2,284 more days
And I will be forty years old.
Thanks to this site.
Warning! Very bad for clock-brain!
And I will be forty years old.
Thanks to this site.
Warning! Very bad for clock-brain!
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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.

I have changed the TIME STAMP to Mountain Time because the world revolves around Aurora, Colorado. I have one more month in this place. And then, as some of you know, thod and I will be traveling across Asia via China, Mongolia, Russia and Finland. By the end of my journey, I will have circumnavigated the globe, effectively fought Grandpa Time by one whole day. So, off to hell with you, Time!
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“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars