Maybe you heard about the stunning display of asshattedness last week by Redskins proto-flack Tony Wyllie. The occasion: A University of Maryland College of Journalism “ethics in sports media” panel, to which Wyllie arrived late. Dan Snyder’s dumbass libel suit came up, at which point Wyllie offered an equally dumbass geopolitical metaphor:
All we wanted was the truth, the same thing you heard up in Egypt where people were trying to find one thing — people getting hurt and beat up for one thing — the truth. And that’s what this is all about.
Those “people” up in Egypt to whom Wyllie refers had been exploited for years by an unctuous greedhead who robbed them as thoroughly as possible and stifled any dissent. A Redskins fan might point out that the similarity here is not the one Wyllie identifies. Wyllie, however, would have you believe that it’s Snyder down in Tahrir Square battling the corrupt elite, which is represented in his mind by a small, historically cash-strapped alt-weekly. Consider, for a moment, what type of person references a populist revolution against a dictator to advance the public relations goal of defecating all over the First Amendment. That is a stupid man. Let’s look at the evidence.
The better portion of Wyllie adult life has been spent crafting messages to stuff into the mouths of more powerful people. He was hired last year by the Redskins and brought “more than 17 years of NFL PR experience with six different teams to Washington,” according to a press release. This is commendable? Disinformation merchants like Wyllie get paid to massage reality. Often trained in business schools, these types now outnumber journalists by more than three-to-one. They are better funded and have a near-pathological lust to refashion the world into the amusement parks their brains inhabit. Case in point from the same press release about Wyllie: “He spent 1993 as an intern in the PR department with the Dallas Cowboys, earning a Super Bowl ring....” He earned a Super Bowl ring as an intern. Maybe there was a lot of photocopying that season.
I mention all this only to note that it is both predictable and discouraging that Wyllie would preach about truth and pure motives in Dan Snyder’s bullying lawsuit. Lesson one in agitprop: If you repeat something enough, the gullible will believe it. Alas, that’s not all Wyllie said while sitting on a journalism ethics panel:
‘Well, are you firing a warning shot to other members of the media?’ And I’d probably say, ‘yes.’
We’re not trying to be bullies...we’re not trying to make anyone afraid.
Anyone who utters two such contradictory statements in the span of seconds might be something more than just stupid. He might also be duplicitous. You’ll find an unconscionable number of these types in PR. Many of them are wannabe journalists who couldn’t make it as journalists, whether owing to a lack of ability, desire, or ethics. No surprise, then, to learn that Wyllie has a journalism degree from Texas Southern University.
But Wyllie isn’t the only failed journalist Dan Snyder has on his payroll. His lawyer David Donovan is one such failure. The best thing Donovan has ever written is a laughable, cock-swinging letter to some people who finance journalists. And one mustn’t forget that to aid his cause Dan Snyder has now taken to summoning — or rather having lobbyist Lanny Davis (father of Seth Davis, incidentally) summon — the ghost of Snyder’s dead journalist father:
I am the son of a University of Missouri School of Journalism graduate whose professional pedigree includes working at United Press International and National Geographic. I am proud of that legacy from my dad and understand the journalist’s perspective and challenges.
What can anyone say about exhuming a dead parent in pursuit of the “truth” other than that it’s about as tasteless as summoning the ghosts of 800 dead Egyptians to persuade people you’re not a bully.
Oh wait, here’s something:
I’m looking at the ladies in this audience. Someday, you will get married if you’re not married, and your husband will fight for your honor.
Yeah, Tony Wyllie also uttered those words the other night (or something similar to them — they are paraphrased on the UMD liveblog). If Wyllie is the cream of NFL PR executives, I can’t imagine what a screw-up looks like. That Snyder has surrounded himself with these clowns is only a testament to his tenure as Redskins owner. Despite what his flackified resume would have you believe, Wyllie is the off-field equivalent of Jeff George, Adam Archuleta, and Albert Haynesworth. He’s the guy who convinced Snyder to file his lawsuit. The same guy who told the Washington Post that the City Paper’s content was a concern because it could spread on the internet. Well done, Tony Wyllie. You’ve not only failed to curtail the spread of Dave McKenna’s story, you’ve turned it into something that gets the Taiwanese animation treatment.
At this point, you’ve got to think that Wyllie has more than just his boss’s best interests in mind. The outcome of the lawsuit reflects just as poorly on him as it does on Snyder, especially considering that Snyder, from what I’ve heard, heeded Wyllie’s advice to sue over that of his own lawyers.
A natural segue here would be to ask if anyone — anyone, at all — will stand up for Tony Wyllie’s honor. But we’ve already heard from one confederate. A few months ago, after a biting post by Craggs, a commenter named “ThePaperTexan” chimed in on Wyllie’s behalf. Instead of promoting a trait like, say, intelligence, integrity, or charity (as Wyllie says, “God has blessed me to help others.”), the commenter only mentioned the awards Wyllie has won, mainly as a way to bash Deadspin (and, oddly, Jay Mohr):
Why is it that Tony Wyllie is recognized, awarded, and rewarded as one of the NFL’s top executives, but still suffers the schoolyard slings and arrows of a second-rate sports “news” site. Perhaps Deadspin editors would have been well served to check with once aspiring Jim Rome-wannabe protege Jay Mohr after he delved into the world of tangling with capable executives like Bill Polian who then proceded to crush the shock-talk-jock’s fledgling career leaving him to only pathetically fill in for Jim to pimp the upcoming dates of his appearances at local Chuckle Barns, Laff Stops, and Funny Factories. Deadspin, we barely knew ye... The Paper Texan
What kind of person, I wonder, uses a resume to argue the substance of another person? Or puffs up his chest relaying an irrelevant anecdote about a comedian running into a PR buzzsaw? Maybe this is how flacks talk when they get brave.