My partner in satirical and boldly biased analysis is wonder woman writer, feminist, and managing editor and columnist for Politicususa, Sarah Jones.
LN: Speaking of abroad, Sarah, and no, I’m not saying “a broad” as in a tough lady (think: Maggie T.), I am saying abroad as in Europe, as in London, as in, how many ways are there to say “clinker” in British English?
SJ: You must be talking about Rebekah Brooks, former chief of Rupert Murdoch’s media operations in Europe, who’s been arrested only days after resigning, as well as Sir Paul Stephensen, head of Scotland Yard who also just resigned.
LN: So many people, so little time. THIS NYTs LINK is a good way to keep all those illustrious players straight in our minds.
SJ: After the select committee meeting it appears as if Rebekah Brooks will be taking the fall for the Murdochs. I’m still wonderig what was in the bag found in the rubbish bin outside of the flat she shares with her husband, who is good friends with the Prime Minister. I can’t make sense of how his bag ended up in the garbage bin and then taken to police. Was it a deliberate dump? Surely they would be smarter than to dump evidence in a bin near their flat. Or maybe there’s nothing in the computer bag….Who knows.
LN: Well, we know there’s been the suspicious death of a key whistle blower in the case and now a pie throwing contest in Parliment. What troubles me most is not that someone tried to smear shaving cream all over Mr. Murdoch, but that his wife let loose the smackdown of all ages. Frankly, it’s one thing to leap up to protect your loved one, perhaps by blocking a body or pushing away a pushy person. It’s another to literally smack a man. What I saw was coiled rage.
LN: England to me is the land of the RAF, Churchill, and Connan Doyle. Okay, and Daniel Craig, but I digress. The Brits are the ultimate sleuths, real men without guns, and yet they’ve gone and soiled the whole thing in my mind by taking freebies at spas and looking away while reporters stole a dead girl’s phone messages. Yes, the tabloids over there have always been, well, so tabloidy but I didn’t think they’d all be in bed together. And now the PM tossing a tosser under the bus? Are there no fables left in our lifetime?
SJ: We’ve allowed media conglomerates to have such power that they have way too much control, access and power to our elected officials. We see that in Britian very clearly, but what remains to be seen is what was going on and is going on here. Until we see major changes to the regulations governing media conglomerates dominating an entire market, we have little chance of losing the inevitable cycncism that results from being lied to by the media (WMD). It’s so troubling and such a shame, that I had to make a list of hard-working, indpendent journalists in order to remind myself that there are still folks out there, doing the critical work that must be done to keep government in check. The Guardian UK and NYT deserve huge kudos for their work on the News Corp/News International hacking.
LN: Well, this is giving me a headache. And you know what else gives me a headache? Mickey B’s migraines. It’s not that Minnesota’s most famous migraine sufferer is to blame, it’s that Karl Rove is now calling for her full medical records so we can know if she’s fit to be president. Excuse me? So, we can now call for full disclosure on menopausal issues, yet a curiously conflicting account of a peri-menopausal pregnancy is off limits? Sarah, explain to me how the wind blows in Roveland.
SJ: As if! There are no standards, it’s a matter of whom they support and whom they do not support. Bachmann is threatening their electable, viable candidates. The Daily Caller’s piece on Bachmann’s “pill-popping” and “incapacitiated” state was so full of sexism it was gag-worthy, and believe me, I don’t relish defending Bachmann from sexism when she sells it every day.
LN: What would I do without a good ride on the bus with you, Sarah. I think you deserve a spot of tea for taking this time to talk with me and my readers today.
SJ: Thanks Laura, it’s always a pleasure chatting with you.
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((LN: And now for something entirely different: a few folks from the '70s, on their bus and havin' a ball. H/T dear reader who loves it when Sarah visits my blog)).