Fun with Time Magazine; Contagious Diffusion; thod publishes

Not that we should be spending anytime thinking about a Magazine that lavishly publicized hatemonger Ann Coulter not so long ago, but Glenn Greenwald has some things to say about that particular weekly that illuminates the contagious diffusion that is the sputumous mass that is the US media. For example:

That is the real story here. That's how our political system works. Scheming GOP operatives feed whispered lies to their favorite, most gullible, most slothful and/or dishonest Beltway journalists. Gleeful and grateful that they have been chosen for this dirty task, these journalists then scamper and write down what they were told and think that, by doing so, they are engaged in what they call "original reporting" -- which means uncritically passing on what they're told by government sources. As a result, they continue to obfuscate every key political issue and mislead Americans by doing the opposite of what journalists are supposed to do.

Thanks to thod for the term "contagious diffusion." Apparently it's a geographical term. I don't quite understand it in my head, but I get it in my gut. Anyhow, congratulations are in order to thod, she has been published, academically, for the first time in RIIM, a Canadian geographical journal. I'm not sure what it's about, and I can't seem to find it online. It might be about the migratory patterns of lentils and associated phosphates. But I'm not sure. Anyhow here is a congratulatory image:

I love cilantro!

But if you happen to dislike it, or even HATE it, here's a website just for you.

Ways you can find angry and sloppy on the google internet search engine

by googling "sloppy lentils."

The Fire: A Poelg

Adventure, Captain. Adventure.

There was little else left on Earth.
There was the war to end tyranny.
Many considered that a noble effort.
Tyranny, sir?




Or an attempt to unify humanity?
Unify, sir?
Like a team of animals under one whip?
I know something of those years, remember.
It was a time of great dreams,
of great aspiration.


Under dozens of petty dictator ships.
One man would have ruled eventually,
as Rome under Caesar.




Richard the Lion-Hearted, Napoleon.
I don't know if you'll like living in our time.
Then I'll have to remold it to my liking.
Please don't.
Go.
Or stay.
But do it because it is what you wish to do.
Well?
I'll stay a little longer.
How many minutes do you graciously offer?
I only meant--
This grows tiresome.
You must now ask to stay.
I'd like to stay.
Please.
Open your heart.
Will you open your heart?
Yes.
I intend to take this ship.
Do you agree?
Oh, please don't ask me--
I need your help.
You won't harm anyone?
Now you question me?
No.
Will you assist me?
Oh, please, Khan, don't ask me--
Leave me then.
Go, I say.
No.
I promise.
I'll do anything you ask.
Name-- Khan, as we know him today.
Name-- Khan Noonien Singh.
From 1992 through 1996,
absolute ruler of more than a quarter of your world,
from Asia through the Middle East.
The last of the tyrants to be overthrown.
I must confess, gentlemen.
I've always held a sneaking admiration
for this one.
He was the best of the tyrants
and the most dangerous.
They were supermen in a sense.
Stronger, braver,
certainly more ambitious, more daring.
Gentlemen, this romanticism
about a ruthless dictator is--
Mr. Spock, we humans have a streak of barbarism in us.
Appalling, but there, nevertheless.
There were no massacres under his rule.
And as little freedom.
No wars until he was attacked.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Spock, you misunderstand us.
We can be against him and admire him
all at the same time.
Illogical.
Totally.
This is the captain.
Put a 24-hour security on Mr. Khan's quarters,
effective immediately.
Ahh.
I'm sorry, Captain.
I was, um,
Lost in thought.
My door--















Adventure, Captain. Adventure.

Hi-resolution Torture

Because K can't get enough of it.