I do not talk about myself a lot in these pages. I am as I have always been, an intensely private person. I don’t kiss and tell, and I don’t bray or pad my résumé. Sometimes, like the past week, I don’t say anything at all.
This is not because I have not taken in the titanic events of the past week, but because I felt I had nothing valuable to add to the conversation: The Wisconsin Putsch has quite enough bloggers and commentators and journalists working the story. The Libyan Civil War, or Uprising, or Revolution or Rebellion (title depending on how it shakes out) is well enough covered by those with information and expertise that I do not have – although, since we’re learning very little, expertise doesn’t seem to hold that much of an advantage over near-total ignorance. And, lord knows how easily that a pushy attitude and total ignorance can translate into those big bucks and adoring fans.
But I suppose that I ought to say something, just in case somebody gets worried that I’ve fallen off the turnip truck. Don’t worry, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. Sadly, as I look out there, there seem to be an awful lot of people who have. Continue reading