Wednesday
10/12/03
Preaching to the Choir
Woke up this morning feeling pretty sharp. New place around the corner makes a pretty good sesame bagel with sun-dried tomato cream cheese. The day’s turning out just fine. Open up the lifestyle section of my local Gannett rag to find the slightly grim but purposeful visage of one Joe Conason. Damned if this day doesn’t just keep getting better and better.
Conason, who writes for the New York Observer and Salon.com (And now I find my complete unfamiliarity with him a little embarrassing) has jumped into the literary fray along with the likes of Molly Ivins, Paul Krugman and Moore and Franken, and I say, "God bless’em." Conason’s contribution is called, succinctly enough, "Big Lies" which is about the shameless contempt the Professional Right has for the rest of us. "Damn", I whispered to myself. "Is that a little ray of sunlight shining through?"
At the risk of beating a dead horse, which at this point I think is long overdue, Conason goes after all of the day’s biggest bogeymen, the gender-free Coulter included, such as Limbaugh, DeLay, and Bush, along with old favorites such as Gingrich. And best of all it’s in a self described bare-knuckle style that the left so desperately needs. Why, I believe that ray of sunshine brought along a breath of fresh as well.
In short, there seems to be a growing movement among the left in which politeness is no longer required. Conason has this to say about DeLay: " A belligerent politician who loudly maligns the patriotism of his betters… DeLay is simply a cowardly thug in a business suit, who abuses patriotic rhetoric to stifle debate." Amen! Testify, brother!
Now of course it means nothing that a segment of the intellectual left has taken off the gloves if the political left won’t do the same, but today’s going too well to worry about that just now. I’ve got some Salon.com to catch up on.
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Preaching to the Choir
Woke up this morning feeling pretty sharp. New place around the corner makes a pretty good sesame bagel with sun-dried tomato cream cheese. The day’s turning out just fine. Open up the lifestyle section of my local Gannett rag to find the slightly grim but purposeful visage of one Joe Conason. Damned if this day doesn’t just keep getting better and better.
Conason, who writes for the New York Observer and Salon.com (And now I find my complete unfamiliarity with him a little embarrassing) has jumped into the literary fray along with the likes of Molly Ivins, Paul Krugman and Moore and Franken, and I say, "God bless’em." Conason’s contribution is called, succinctly enough, "Big Lies" which is about the shameless contempt the Professional Right has for the rest of us. "Damn", I whispered to myself. "Is that a little ray of sunlight shining through?"
At the risk of beating a dead horse, which at this point I think is long overdue, Conason goes after all of the day’s biggest bogeymen, the gender-free Coulter included, such as Limbaugh, DeLay, and Bush, along with old favorites such as Gingrich. And best of all it’s in a self described bare-knuckle style that the left so desperately needs. Why, I believe that ray of sunshine brought along a breath of fresh as well.
In short, there seems to be a growing movement among the left in which politeness is no longer required. Conason has this to say about DeLay: " A belligerent politician who loudly maligns the patriotism of his betters… DeLay is simply a cowardly thug in a business suit, who abuses patriotic rhetoric to stifle debate." Amen! Testify, brother!
Now of course it means nothing that a segment of the intellectual left has taken off the gloves if the political left won’t do the same, but today’s going too well to worry about that just now. I’ve got some Salon.com to catch up on.
