That’s what Howard Dean is doing, and he and his staff are blogging it very well.
I took particular notice of the blog entry that quotes Howard Kurtz of the Washington Post:
It seems this morning that bloggers have taken over the world.
Or at least the 2004 presidential campaign.
The pundits are blogging. The journalists are blogging. And now the candidates are blogging.
Who needs television? Let’s just eliminate the middleman.
We couldn’t agree more.
So now we have the following exciting scenario: Candidate gives speech. ABC News reports speech. ABC’s Note blogs speech. Then candidate blogs his own speech, knocking down any negative interpretation by other bloggers. And we blog the whole incestuous process.
Seems like democracy in action to me. And, while I’ve never really actively campaigned for a politician, Dean is one that just might get me going. I like his politics and his person, particularly how he and his wife (who uses her own last name professionally) manage a two-demanding-careers marriage.
Give ’em hell, Howard!
Monthly Archives: April 2003
Seven-year-old-minds in action.
My mother calls and tells me to put on CNN. (I’d rather not, but I humor her. She’s like a spoiled 7 year old these days. Except that she’s not; she’s my mother and still wants to act like I’m the one who’s seven. Bleh!)
On CNN, Rumsfeld is “Rallying the Troops,” talking to them as though they were 7 years old, playing the good ‘ol boy, playing to the good ol’ boys among them. Only they’re not all stunted minds. Some are asking intelligent questions about what their lives as soldiers are going to be like now in both the Big Picture and Little Picture. (After all, Rumsy IS Secretary of Defense; if anyone should have those answers, he should.) But, as Rumsy himself said he would do, he “responds” rather than “answers,” aiming jokes about his lack of “diplomacy” to the least common denominator in the crowd and getting just the cheers he expects. He repeats the lines, the lies, that he’s been throwing out to cheering crowds all along: the Iraqis love us, we are their liberators, their heroes etc. He doesn’t really answer any questions, and no one even bothers to ask the ones (listed by myrln in a comment to the previous post) that he and Bush insisted were the ones that would be answered by this war.
— Where is bin Laden?
— Where is the anthrax mailer?
— Where are the WMDs?
— Where is Saddam?
No answers. Not even any Rumsy Responses.
Meanwhile, Salon.com confronts the lies.
This from here:
Before the war, the Bush administration said the weapons existed and we would find them. Now, it’s saying maybe we won’t find them after all — and the rest of the world smells a rat. …..despite months of reassuring Americans that WMD would be found (including most recently earlier this month, when Bush spokesman Ari Fleischer called the weapons “what this war was about”) the administration seems to be preparing the country for news of evidence that WMD once existed in Iraq — with no actual WMD — and calling it a victory.
And this from here:
Forget truth. That is the message from our government and its apologists in the media who insist that the Iraq invasion is a great success story even though it was based on a lie. …..That claim of urgency — requiring us to short-circuit the U.N. weapons inspectors — has proved to be a whopper of a falsehood. Late Sunday, the U.S. Army conceded that what had been reported as its only significant WMD find — two mobile chemical labs and a dozen 55-gallon drums of chemicals — “showed no positive hits at all” for chemical weapons.
But there’s Rumsy on CNN playing the troops and playing the fool. And all the seven-year-old minds continue to cheer, including my mother.
What do you expect? Look at our role models?
Withhold information. Ignore and hide what doesn
The Collaterally Damaged Come Home.
I
Buish’s matter of emphasis.
Paul Krugman’s op ed piece in the NY Times emphasizes the lies that the Bush administration has been laying on the American pubic, speculating
One wonders whether most of the public will ever learn that the original case for war has turned out to be false. In fact, my guess is that most Americans believe that we have found W.M.D.’s. Each potential find gets blaring coverage on TV; how many people catch the later announcement
How Soon We Forget.
At this weekend’s White House Correspondents Dinner, the following
exchange apparently occurred between Al Franken and Paul Wolfowitz:
Franken:
‘Sunday Morning’
Sunday Morning
by Wallace Stevens
Complacencies of the penoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
Sunday mornings are the only times I sit down and have lox and bagels and thick slices of Vidalia onion and read the newspaper. Today, Stevens’ poem pops into my mind. (I know the beginning by heart because I ‘performed’ it as my final project for a graduate course in ‘Oral Interpretation of Poetry.’ Funny that after 43 years I still remember those lines.)
My local newspaper is filled with headlines that point toward new catastrophes:
— Munitions explosion kills Iraqis: Blast at U.S. military encampment infuriates Baghdad citizens.
— Shiites prepare to impose Islamic law on Iraq: Many among oppressed majority stand ready to force rest of nation ot bow to ayatollahs.
— Rumsfeld hads to Persian Gulf with a message: He says U.S. is committed to working toward democracy in the region.
— Iraq’s neighbors face U.. clout: new dominance puts America’s traditional alllies in uneasy roles
— Corruption needs our apathy to keep thriving: In our public lives, the line between notable and notorious seems to have vanished. Those who debase our society end of hosting a TV dating show or a radio talk show.
My mother calls to tell me that she’s watching a TV program on the life of the Pope.
After breakfast and blogging, I will go back to the supermarket to return a bottle of Clorox cleaner that my mother insisted was the one she wanted as we made our slow way up and down Hannaford’s aisles yesterday. Today she insists it’s not the one. She’s gotten very spacey lately. Sleeps on and off all day long. Obsesses on her few shares of stock in the Polish Community Center back ‘home.’ She’s wearing me down, wearing me out.
But activist/pacifist Grace Paley has been named Vermont State Poet, and that’s good news.
Here
by Gracy Paley
Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
how did this happen
well that’s who I wanted to be
at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
a big skirt grandchild sliding
on off my lap a pleasant
summer perspiration
that’s my old man across the yard
he’s talking to the meter reader
he’s telling him the world’s sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth I tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa ask him
to sit beside me for a minute I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips.
—————
But I am still stuck in Sunday Morning:
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Good Neighbors
The weblog community is very much like a neighborhood. We know who are neighbors are, know which ones we like and like to visit. We don
The Chicks Bear It Bare.
On the eve of their U.S. tour, the Dixie Chicks — who raised a ruckus last month with lead singer Natalie Maines’ comments about President Bush and the war in Iraq — have blasted back with both barrels, CNN reports.
I missed their interview with Diane Sawyer last night because I got a free last-minute $176 ticket to the Eton John-Billy Joel
Woo Hoo! Elton and Billy, Face to Face.
I wasn