Oh, well, isn’t this special? The SPJ, that would be the Society of Professional Journalists to you civilians, thought it necessary to say something about the Buffalo Beast’s exquisite prank, played on Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker, earlier this week. You probably read about it yesterday: A reporter — with whom I’m unfamiliar, but described elsewhere as “gonzo” — called Walker’s office posing as David Koch, known Tea Party moneybags, and proceeded to lead the guv around by the nose for 20 minutes or so.
Walker didn’t say anything all that terrible. He agreed that some
Fox News MSNBC babe was “a nice piece of ass” and said sure, he’d love to be flown out to California after all this blows over and be shown a good time, but that’s about it. The greater crime, as Ezra Klein points out at the link above, is how easy it is for some rich guy to get the guv on the phone in the midst of a crisis, when members of the Wisconsin legislature can’t.
But you can read all about that elsewhere. I’m amused by the SPJ, which saw the need to scold an alternative weekly, one that has always been open and transparent about its politics, for some sort of ethical lapse. I don’t recall SPJ scolding Fox News for the ass-kissing coverage it gave James O’Keefe and his Costume Party Players during their ACORN and Planned Parenthood stings, and honestly, I don’t see much difference here. The Buffalo Beast site has been down since the story broke; I imagine their servers weren’t manned by J.C. Burns, and hence couldn’t handle the load. Whatever. The content has been duplicated around the web, and the call itself is on YouTube, so there you are.
Another day, another lonely vigil in Room 575, waiting for my students to come by for some guidance. I picked Room 575 today over the journalism library; less comfortable chairs, better view. I’m five floors above the Lodge freeway, the noise from which penetrates even the concrete block construction way up here. To the south, the Motor City Casino and Ambassador Bridge; to the east, the smokestacks of the Rouge Complex; below, a whole lotta snow. We got another inch overnight, and I guess we’re expecting another 1 to 3 tomorrow. February is beating on us fo’ sho’, but I can handle it as long as it stays above 20 degrees. My misery escalates sharply sub-20. Yours would, too.
Did Rick Santorum actually defend the Crusades this week? What the–? Are you kidding me? Note the first comment below that story:
You know, I listen to right-wing catholic radio (Relevant Radio), and I hear this sort of thing all the time.
I don’t doubt it. Detroit must have a right-wing Catholic radio station somewhere; I should listen more often. The last time I was stuck on a long car trip with the AM set on scan, I picked up a crazy Catholic station where the discussion was of Marie Antoinette. She was no let-them-eat-cake fashion plate, noooo, but a devout, holy, Catholic woman who has suffered the worst rap in history. Google “was marie antoinette a good catholic” and one of the first hits is this review of the Sofia Coppola film. Roger Ebert may be the master of the form, but there’s something to be said for film criticism that contains passages like this:
I didn’t plan to watch this movie. I was invited by two ladies more to chauffeur them through a difficult traffic section than anything else. One of the ladies planned to write the solicited review. But since the movie was obsessively sex-centered with embarrassing allegations against King Louis XVI, she didn’t feel comfortable writing it. So I assumed the task.
I recommend that site, if you have about nine hours to kill. You probably didn’t know there was a Catholic way to sneeze, did you? Or that a devout person might need instruction on how to eat alone. Also, fast food is Protestant.
OK, the students are starting to arrive, so time to Publish and run. Publish! Run!