The Death of the Media
I guess you cannot keep a good man down–or your lunch–if you happened to have read Richard Cohen, The Worst Writer in the World’s® latest offering regarding the NSA Leaker, Edward Snowden:
“Whenever I see “Hello, Richard” on my computer screen, I realize what’s happened: It knows me. It knows what I bought and when I bought it and where I was at the time. It knows my sizes and my credit card number, and if it knows all that, it knows pretty much everything. I long ago sacrificed a measure of privacy for convenience. One click will do it.”
Because setting up an Amazon wish list is exactly the same thing as living in a police state with the NSA tracking all of your calls–including wrong numbers–to see if you are up to no good. The whole column is a dog’s dinner, but that paragraph is Cohen at the peak of his midseason form.
It’s really interesting watching the usual media suspects calling Snowden a traitor at the same time they are whinging over the Justice Department subpoenaing their phone records. Jeebus, some people.
Anyway, this is yet another time to celebrate our free and unfettered press, and specifically, Richard Cohen, The Worst Writer in the World®.
(WaPo via Scissorhead Mike Flugennock)