evolution

The world created by the next generation will resemble Huxley’s Brave New World rather than Orwell’s 1984, ruled by wonky self-righteous technocrat clones… at least until the money runs out.

Which will make the world perfect for Ezra Klein and Brad DeLong, but suck for almost everyone else.

Discuss.

This is fun. See how few links you can click to get from one random Wikipedia article to another. It’s the research project of a master’s student at McGill in Montreal.

Seriously. Anyone else sick of this guy yet? Play football, or don’t. No one really gives a crap, champ. Stop being a whiny emo douche.

His whole career has been one emo episode after another; a deluge of doucherie that ESPN has been only too happy to borrow Diane Sawyer’s soft lighting and fuzzy lenses to participate in.

A delightfully misanthropic summary of the way I feel about Barack Obama and more so the rest of the “progresso”-verse.

» I made a rather huge and greasy mistake this evening: Lawrence got a Five Guys not too long ago, so I went to see what was up. 2,000 calories later I fear my doctor’s wrath.

» Since I don’t have any original ideas of my own these days, I’m going to steal other people’s content — starting with Bill on the Fed:

In the progressive tradition of doing everything exactly wrong, Obama seems to be of the opinion that the Fed needs to be given even more to do and even more power to do it with, so much so that Congress itself is finally starting to balk. If that’s a double-secret Obama plan to destroy the Fed, I sure hope it works out.

They’ll roll. They always roll under a good PR system.

» Joel on Cronkite:

Cronkite was, in the end, the grandfather of everything that Jon Stewart makes fun of every night. There’s no other way to say it.

The truth is, there’s never been a golden age of journalism. Oh, maybe for about six months in 1974 when Woodward and Bernstein were on a hot streak. But that’s about it. And it never existed for TV journalism. TV is good at wowing us, after all — good at showing us the Reagan assassination attempt, or the Kennedy assassination, or the space shuttle blowing up. It’s not so great at explaining how or why those things occur. Walter Cronkite was ringmaster for many of those memorable moments — which is why we remember him — but for the most part, that’s all he was. Anybody who says different is peddling ideological malarkey to make their own points about what the media needs to be.

It includes a demolition of the world’s most intellectually dishonest blogger, Glenn Greenwald — which, frankly, isn’t that hard; but, like many simple pleasures, is immensely gratifying.

That Dylan Thomas
sure liked to drink a lot, did
he not? Jesus, dude.