You also then have to speak the truth, which some people have problems with.
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Nice description of the inversion of the Claim of the Press.

The lack of self-awareness by these people is truly worthy of a paper in a journal on delusion.

During the interview the President’s tweet that the Comey firing did not have anything to do with the Russia investigation came out and both of them got in a dudgeon because they know Donald Trump’s motives better than he does.

You also then have to speak the truth, which some people have problems with.

When a powerful media propaganda arm of deception claims that they are speaking “truth to power”… that is in itself one giant disinformation joke. They speak to the weak masses, the ones that don’t have the power or the resources to verify things. If there is a way, there is no will. When there is a will, there is no convenient option or gateway.

The job of propaganda arms is to speak to the weak and powerless, for that is how one makes the case of manipulating weaker people with stronger entities.

I’m not proud I read this obit-memoir piece from the London Review of Books written by a lesbian Stanford lit prof who played “forty-something slave girl from San Francisco” to Sontag’s “big lady she-cat in the sun.”

https://www.lrb.co.uk/v27/n06/terry-castle/desperately-seeking-susan

Meow-rr!

But it was alternately fun and horrifying.

I didn’t realize Sontag wrote novels, much less expected to be considered “an essential modern novelist.”

Good luck with that.

In this day of political double standards any comment by any conservative (she isn’t one but she plays one on TV) that can possibly be interpreted as bigoted will be deemed so. And, no amount of explaining or apologizing will suffice because everyone (meaning liberals and the press) knows that it’s just the real bigotry of conservatives that accidentally slipped out.

What a sad commentary on our times it is that so few conservatives are willing to give Roseanne the benefit of the doubt. I have not heard one single person comment anywhere that she might not have meant to make a racist comment but was just making a joke about VJ’s looks as so many have done to Trump and his family.

As I’ve said to my wife of 50 years many times “If something I’ve said can be interpreted two ways and one of them makes you mad or sad then I meant the other one.”

“Sontag had worked to broaden acceptance of art to include less serious work such as camp. Too late she realized she had helped undermine the high canonical art she loved and aspired to.

It was easy to poke fun at square middle-class folks listening to classical music or keeping up with Book-of-the-Month-Club literature, but at least they were trying. Then when the elitist intellectuals and the cool hipsters made enough fun of them, it was easy for the middle-class to throw all that aside and follow the path of least resistance.”

Vonnegut got a number of cheap laughs that way. To epater, or better skewer, the bourgeois, is great sport. And the notion of a socially striving matron enthusing over “Beet-hoven” is kind of funny when you are college age and have just completed a number of humanities courses, and can name 4 or 5 expressionist painters, and explain (or repeat what you have been told about) pointillism.

I suppose the prosperous owner of a tool and die shop also looks pretty comical when he takes his wife out on Lake Michigan on his motorboat, to a comfortable New England legacy money socialite, as he sails off “The Cape”.

Speaking codswallop, actually.

As it is wont to do (unfortunately).

But the empire strikes back—at least in this case:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5784335/New-York-Times-writer-trolls-Prescot-Journalists-article-labels-town-casualty-austerity.html

Ah, the NYT. It should really stick to lying about what it knows best: Trump and Israel….

–http://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-arts-and-culture/books/95896/susan-sontag

Sontag had worked to broaden acceptance of art to include less serious work such as camp. Too late she realized she had helped undermine the high canonical art she loved and aspired to.

It was easy to poke fun at square middle-class folks listening to classical music or keeping up with Book-of-the-Month-Club literature, but at least they were trying. Then when the elitist intellectuals and the cool hipsters made enough fun of them, it was easy for the middle-class to throw all that aside and follow the path of least resistance.