I’ve got a new Think Again called “The Mainstream Media Opens the Doorto Hate” here.
“Can you hear that singing?/ Sounds like gold./Maybe I can onlyhear it in my head.”
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “The Day The Old Man Died” (AlbertCastiglia)–I want you all to go out to all the different points ofthe compass, to wherever your congresscritters are meeting with theirconstituents, and I want you to yell at the top of your lungs how much Ilove New Orleans.
Part The First: Before we start on Mary Robinson and Desmond Tutu,I would like someone to point out to me one positive contribution of anykind made to the world we live in by this journalistic pustulance. Anyone? Kirchick? Bueller?
Part The Second: As you might be able to guess by reading a certainbook, I am a great fan of this idea. However, I do wonder if our best public relations strategy is to celebrate the bicentennial of a presidency that included the Royal Marines’ torching the White House. Just asking.
Part The Third: What are we going to do about this epidemic ofTimes on Times crime?
Part The Fourth: I know I am sometimes hard on the cats ‘n kittensat Ye Olde House Of Mulch For Brains, but this, dear children, this issimply whoring for access.
Existential Question No. 92.87: what occurs when you “find your voice”only to discover that you’re spouting insane gibberish? My guess? You end upeating your own lips.
Part The Fifth: You weren’t funny. You were puerile and embarrassing, and you would have been puerile and embarrassing in 1999 on cable TV, in 1969 on broadcast TV, in 1939 on radio, in 1859 in a newspaper, in 1779 in a pamphlet, or in 2099 B.C. on the walls of a cave. Hell, you would have been puerile andembarrassing if Johann Freaking Gutenberg was standing next to you,taking dictation and personally setting the movable type. “New media” is not anexcuse. You weren’t funny. Ask around.