I wouldn't say that I've so much got a subscription to Salon magazine as that it just shows up in my inbox, every day, along with detailed descriptions of what the current issue has in it...

The days when Glenn Greenwald was Salon's leading political columnist are long gone.  Nowadays the  chief political writers are painfully obvious establishment hireling-hacks (earning their whores' wages as detractors from "Libertarianism," or anything else that offers a genuine alternative to the official two-party three-card monte game of U.S. government-for-hire), or hiccupy-hysterical "feminists" boldly asserting, contrary to all reason and evidence, that the majority of women do too have orgasms (and that it's important somehow) and are so ¡raped! (or threatened with ¡rape!) pretty much all the time, everywhere, by men, boys and jocks.  Chelsea Manning, Julian Assange, Edward Snowden, Jeremy Scahill and Glenn Greenwald are hardly ever mentioned these days in Salon magazine--much less Bruce Ivins, Tamerlan Tsarnaev, Aaron Swartz or Michael Hastings.  Still, nearly every day, I click on the Salon magazine in my inbox, just to see what my fellow Americans think they understand about themselves and the world, and to watch with mingled apprehension and  exhilaration how near they are to overstepping the boundary they have set for themselves of disbelieving that 9/11/2001 was an inside job, or false flag operation, of precisely the same nature as the German Reichstag fire of 1933.  Only just today, it was announced that the Terrorists "tested" the response of emergency services in the week before 9/11, and, somehow, were ignored.  Imagine.