Nylon and Chiffon

"I see oranges flying across the room."

Tavis Smiley grates on my nerves. The voice, the necessity of hustling through the segment, and chucking aside implosions away from PBS singularity, he is only a few decibels below cable news reactionaries of whom I view very little. But I paused for Robert English, who gave the most succinct capsule analysis of Ukrainian sectarian strife I have yet come across.

I may annoy my unseen overlords at Examiner/Clarity Media, and I did a wee bit of research on my no contract lovable slave driver-- let me put it this way-- I like the work, dislike Clarity's methods, and, if I get a chance, will one day assassinate Nero, in the vain hope that Claude Rains resurrects Caesar, which in translation means aggregation has an evil, sometimes egregious, tilt. But I may annoy Examiner once again and attempt to hone my analysis skills on Ukraine's crisis. Blame George Will; he gave me the idea to worry about semi-autonomous regions. Slowly moving onto my throne of institutional elder (I can hear Tavis ping Quincy: "What is going on with this dowager woman? I have access to the Pope and she infringes on the hospitality of the sisters man, hiding behind that pity.") I actually remember this man calling for a free Ukraine.

How the world has evolved since Watergate, but, by the same token, the developed world is in a post-ideological cataclysm. Not that I wish to defend Stalinism, but what is a Ukrainian national identity? neo-Nazism?

Say American. Say English. Say Russian, French, Italian, even Canadian, and we get a rough picture of pansy ass loggers getting back at their shared border neighbors with Wolverine. But the Crimea? What I know of the Crimean War I distilled from watching Trevor Howard get the Empire's hands dirty.

Clarity actually owns The Weekly Standard, and it would doubtlessly baffle Examiner's manager, if she actually exists and I persist in tracking down a live body, if I ask her for a name before I submit my portfolio, all of picturesque humility. I respect Will Self. Let him know that through the food chain.