Glenn Greenwald – Salon.com But shouldn’t there be some standards governing what gets reported and what is held back? Particularly in a case like this— which, for obvious reasons, has the potential to be quite inflammatory on a number of levels — having the major media “report” completely false assertions as fact can be quite harmful.
Glenn, Glenn, Glenn. Haven’t we had this talk before? That horse has left the barn. Walter Cronkite is dead. There’s no honor among thieves. Remember? Read the rest of this entry »
Well now, it does and it doesn’t. If you’re reading this with deconstructive eyes, you already know that for the worker bees to stop and consider their own pleasure would bollux up the works something terrible. Read the rest of this entry »
Jane Mayer: The Risks Of A Remote-Controlled War … my personal sense is you can’t really go around the globe killing people as the United States government without igniting some kind of retaliation. I think you—once you start killing people on the other side of the world, you are going to, first of all, kill some of the wrong people, which this program has done.
Noam Chomsky: It is always well to keep in mind Adam Smith’s astute observation about policy formation in England. He recognized that the “principal architects” of policy—in his day the “merchants and manufacturers”—made sure that their own interests had “been most peculiarly attended to” however “grievous” the effect on others …
Honestly, am I just a Radical, to suppose things needn’t be this way? That glossy and fetching appearance, don’t you know, lies and corruptionalways pretty themselves up. Counting on people not noticing. Which of course works. Read the rest of this entry »
Mark Morford has a column at sfgate.com—the online presence of The San Francisco Chronicle, which in the daily-delivered flesh is getting frighteningly anorexic—about your average Golden Gate Bridge jumper. A single 40-ish male, just like him. Mark always writes beautifully:
I do know that when I cross the GG Bridge these days, I tend to glance over at those guard rails and safety wires with a different sort of appreciation, awareness and sighing sense of wonder.
Never mind that we frequent this place together, is it not true that these electrons meet in a prearranged way so as to give the appearance of words, in English, a feast, a table at which you may dine or not? (Such freedom!) But if there is anything happening at all, if the web is anything, it is a vast and mostly empty shared, imagined space. The most striking thing about which is the speed and ease with which millions of minds take it up. Read the rest of this entry »
“Let us not assassinate this lad further, Senator; you’ve done enough,’ he cried; and as McCarthy showed that he was going to go on regardless, Welch added: ‘Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?’…
But this is precisely what I think we’ve lost, in the dissolution of all things decent that the awful democracy of the Internet has brought about, and shall never see again. Not in the same way. Moral authority—where is the Joseph Welch of today? Read the rest of this entry »
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