Sunday, December 02, 2007
If I could afford it, I'd send a boxed set of Transmetropolitan to every member of the White House press corps, as a desperately needed kick in the ass, to remind them of what journalism means--seeking the truth, no matter how it threatens those who pay for your excellent hairdos.
Then I'd send a set to Keith Olbermann and bloggers like Atrios and Daily Kos and Shakespeare's Sister, as a thank-you, because they don't need the reminder but might occasionally want a source of fire. Even if it comes in the form of a drug-fueled, dog-loathing, bowel-disrupting exhibitionist and his two filthy assistants.
Spider Jerusalem lives. Or democracy dies.