Crazy, creepy Clyde Haberman finds the angle no one else is working on the Deep Throat story:

Somehow, it seemed wrong to let this historic moment pass without asking about the film "Deep Throat." What better way than to visit X-rated shops on Eighth Avenue in the 40's, which have resisted city crackdowns and even thrived. (Tough work, this column-writing business.)

The blogorrhea over The Post's Deep Throat has not ignited a sudden passion for the movie. Still, it holds its own.

Good to know, Clyde. We're pretty sure the Metro editors simply haven't noticed yet that Haberman continues to run twice a week. In an attempt to stay "current" and "with it," Clyde engages in a little topical humor in the inimitable style of 60-somethings who learn about pop culture from watching Leno:

We do wonder, though, about the possibilities were another Watergate to occur today.

Would a newspaper call its mystery source Paris Hilton?

No. They would call her Deep Inside Farrah.

Deep Throat Uncovered? Redundant [NYT]