Trite but right

I've always hated that old saying about the pot calling the kettle black. Just always sounded like a phrase concocted by a city slickster posing as a country rube.

Nonetheless, when I read this piece where Rove decries the alleged cynacism of journalists in American politics, the pot and the kettle were the second two objects to cross my mind, right after a mallot and a wooden stake.

If you know where Rove's coffin is hidden, please forward me the information. Do not approach him alone, and never make direct eye contact, lest he turn you into a ferral sheep like Sean Hannity.