I am embarrassed to be seen with myself
Well I’ve gone about six posts without mentioning Open Source Media (marcus not-so-registrada) so I guess this as good a time as any to mention that Roger Simon doesn’t offer a permanent link to OSM.
Isn’t that like making your date wear a bag over her head?
On the other hand he did learn a few things from Judy Miller (jailbird, serial liar, Queen of All Fucking Iraq…that Judy Miller) and she got all verklempt over all the mean things that were said about her while she was paying her dues to society:
I learned a few things from Judith Miller’s speech at the OSM launch on Wednesday. More precisely I relearned something important from Judith’s affect at one particular moment in her remarks. She was describing what it was like to be in jail without internet connection or even much access to newspapers. Friends and family would bring her printouts of news articles and blog posts, which they would hold up to the dividing glass in the visitor room for her to read. It was like in a B-movie.
Some of those blog posts, she said, were attacks on her private life and on her family from people who quite obviously would know little or nothing about it. At that point, I thought I detected tears welling up in Judith’s eyes. I felt stricken, suddenly recalling a derisive post I had written about her several weeks ago, implying she had gone to jail in a weight-loss scheme. Of course, prison is no spa and I damn well knew it. That post may have been mild compared to some, but it was still out of line. And, no, I’m not linking to it – and please don’t Google it – because my point is we all owe each other a lot more courtesy. I’m fully aware of Truman’s immortal words about heat and the kitchen, but there are limits.
Poor Judy. She writes complete shit that helps plunge a country into war and then covers for an administration official who is trying to ratfuck a critic of the aforementioned war…and then people are mean to her and make her cry.
As my mother used to say, “I’ll give you something to cry about”:
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew’st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
The law that threaten’d death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
-Romeo and Juliet
Act 3. Scene III