Showing posts with label ana montes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ana montes. Show all posts

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Predatory Yellow

"It had all the facts wrong."-- Stephanie Verderame, on the IRS agents seizure of future estate assets.

I have never ever fabricated a source in my commissioned articles. Ever, but I am wizened with cynicism in the ever ongoing professional mourners waltzed in by The Fourth Estate over Glass, Blair, and some other justifying frauds of note. We all lie; everyone in the business knows it. We lie by omission, by lack of nuance, so on. Sometimes we organize the facts into a transfixing narrative that feels like veracity, (cf Ana Montes), but every hungry journalist has a prism. To what degree the audience dances depends on trust. Violating it is heinous! But there is a darker truth behind the excoriation of Glass, the massive manhunt that led to the incineration of Dorner. Insurrection. Threatening the underpinnings of the establishment. Now, Dorner played his menace wrong. When I vented that I wanted him to win and received gawker views, it was not a joke. Some of us are that angry-- but he executed his agenda so poorly one has to shrug in a disappointed "WTF?" The minute he put a bullet through that girl's brain, he committed suicide as opposed to launching a crusade. Glass sort of does the same thing. Confirming media bias by getting caught in a fabrication erodes a willingness to believe in our system and the consensus built around it.

Writing such sentiments in rheumy-eyed exhaust is a challenge to delineation, and illustrates the habituation of distracting tendencies, but people who can be fooled usually are, because they bring a set of preconceived notions before the table, but whether or not the Great Recession posited the seeds of a great unraveling remains to be seen. My local media company subversively headlined mass murder as the new national pastime. The sentiment accurately captures the tempo.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Snowman Boyce to Snowden

Tense, intriguing, and darkly compelling, The Falcon and the Snowman is a uniquely American story of betrayal. On the face of it, there was nothing to indicate that Andrew Dalton Lee and Christopher James Boyce were anything but two devout Catholic boys growing up in happy, warm families in one of the most affluent suburbs in America, living one version of the American Dream and facing nothing but the best of futures--Lyons Press

Robert Lindsey could assure you with the certitude of his specialization that we have been here before, as it pertains to Edward Snowden. Edward, Bradley Manning, Boyce, they form part of a larger pattern that is a distinct subset in the world of espionage, related, but discernible in motive from the gaming of Ana Montes and Robert Hanssen.

The actions of Snowden, to my nose, are slowly taking on the odor of sour milk; he seems to be a character inside of his own Timothy Hutton morality play, although the NSA's technical capacity and ability is something that I am sure keeps James Fallows awake on his pillow, in addition to this well bred correspondent's other worries.

Some films are distinctions of their auteurs; some films have an educational agenda. The Falcon and the Snowman, in addition to what I have written on it in other posts, is representative, at least through Hutton, of the corrosive effects of delayed ejaculations and rapist rage that ventilates itself in treasonous activities. 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Compliments to Jim Popkin

This is the type of journalism that I would live to be doing, except for the fact that I could not make a story on hearing loss come together, the last time I actually had an assignment. I would not even know where to begin to work sources like these, how to find them. But I put up with everything else The Washington Post does for learning from the high octane of such features.

Still, this is a very nuanced look at socialist ideology juxtaposed against the lions of free market economics, and is thus slated towards the juggernaut of American power derived from that free market, which is not always moral, to use Ana's sentiments.

I have always seen the Castro regime as a joke, so it is difficult for me to understand what drove Montes, despite her father. Not that I quibble with the construct Popkin creates, I just cannot see it in terms of a Marxist cause, since Ana herself is certainly intelligent enough to see that authoritarian socialist state models have failed, and Castro has only survived as long as he has due to our military inertia. Killing the squirrel makes us look bad, but I am as zealous as she, on the flip side of the coin. You may wonder how I can feel that way after the life I've led, but it is perhaps due to that life. If I had a way out of this living form of bondage, I'd renounce my citizenship, and leave the country.

Becoming an enemy of state would require too much effort, however. It only has anything to do with Barack Obama to this extent: Excellent movement candidate that he was, I expected to be able to get justice under his presidency. It probably won't happen-- in that context, the freedom to express my dissent doesn't mean all that much.