Amid scrambling for a plumber with the time to fix a busted water pipe I received an e-mail from a very sweet friend telling me he’d nominated this blog for the Guardian’s Backbencher Political Weblog Awards and I’ve made their shortlist.
I’m stunned and honoured. Thanks to both for making a weekend from hell the best I’ve had in some time.
It seems surreal, really. But what doesn’t these days.
George Bush agreeing to an independent commission that consists of him appointing the ‘investigators’ and deciding the time table guarantees an outcome as ridiculous as the Hutton Inquiry. Why even bother?
NASA’s been accused of doctoring the Mars photos, painting the planet red because that’s how people expect it to look?
We are living in a world run by crazy, heartless trillionaires who determine what is and isn’t true and feed us the final cut knowing it’s tainted by mad cow.
It’s always been that way, sure. But I can’t recall these psy-ops being conducted so arrogantly or assisted so greatly by the media.
There was a time not so long ago when muckrackers were bathed in compliments from a public thankfull they exposed the corrupt. Now the only game in town seems to be agreeing to this charade that demands truth be minimised for the ‘greater good’, vilified for democracy’s sake, shrink-wrapped then placed on the shelf with the rest of the goods we as consumers would like to purchase but the cost isn’t in our budget.
When did we become so complacent? Has greed finally overcome the good?
Stephen Gowans in An angry man takes what I’m trying to express to a much higher level.