Young Mr. Kulinsky, being (in a good sense) pure of heart and stalwartly truthful, nails it: This is the lie that the NYT expects us to believe--and it is crassly stupid and utterly unpersuasive. The former superficial plausibility even, is gone. They rave, they vaunt, they bluster, and they sound for all the world like carnival hucksters. Well, they are what they are: Hacks. Whores. Journalists for hire. On the grandest scale of course--they got us into the Iraq "war." They bombed Libya back to the stone age. Great is their power, as the organ of the Deep State. They will oversee the presidency of Kamala Harris (when Biden finally dies of terminal senile dementia), and proclaim her Hillary reborn.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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