I haven’t gone to any demonstrations because I always end up wedged between some neo-con guy advocating that all Arabs be rounded up, inventoried and exterminated and some jackass (invariably a white guy with dreds yelling that Israel has no right to exist.
Granted, I hadn’t had any coffee yet when I saw this headline, but I don’t think that’s a particularly good excuse. My thoughts were, in this order, although not actually enumerated as such in my head:
1. “I can’t believe they used such a derogatory term in this headline.”
2. “Using the word “claimed” casts doubt, like they couldn’t believe a bunch of Southerners could do such a thing.”
3. “Oh. Wait.”
4. “I have just relinquished all right to ever teach courses on the history of computing or cyberculture ever again, at any level.”
Husband watches politics on TV the way other people watch sports, but I have to admit that I was the one who said, in all seriousness, “John Dean needs to back off, he’s starting to dilute his brand.” Then I thought about what I’d said, and then I thought about taking a little vacation somewhere far away.
Dean has been ubiquitous on talking head shows for several years now. The people who remember, or understand, just how evil the Nixon Administration were are decreasing in number. Dean is in danger of becoming the commentator-equivalent of an aging Arena Rock band. He’s got to be sweating now that McClellan has joined the ranks of insider Executive Branch malfeasance experts who give good interview.