Friday, November 04, 2005
The New Yorker Mag is Neocon Crap
After spending another morning working for a health insurance company's website, I realized once again that the insurance industry in America, particularly in the health care field, is simply a branch of organized crime. It's called a "protection racket," and the public at large doesn't seem to realize it only because the facade and the workings of these companies is made so deliberately boring and complex. Their entire structures need to be dismantled because we all pay for their parasitic leeching off of the health care system, which is grotesque.
For a little soul-cleansing, I joined the weekly Thursday noon peace vigil in front of the Federal Building with the lovely conglomeration of folks I would call peaceniks. They have been carrying out this vigil since October 2001 when the insane people in the federal government and in the mainstream press decided it was a good idea to bomb the hell out of Afghanistan in response to the 9/11 disaster.
The biggest cheerleaders for war against the Arabic-speaking peoples have been once-trusted organs of journalism such as "The New York Times" and "The Washington Post."
Probably the most sickening example was "The New Yorker" editiorializing in their "Notes and Comments" section a few years ago why we needed to go to war with Iraq, even though they now criticize the handling of its aftermath. Their editor, David Remnick, who wrote that editorial writes a stupid column in "The Talk of the Town" looking at President Bush's "Hell Week" in the current November 7th issue.
Nowhere does he take ANY responsibility for the current state of affairs, or offer any apology for continuing to publish right-wing Jewish idealogues like Nicholas Lemann (the dean of Columbia University's School of Journalism, g-d help them!) and Jeffrey Goldberg, whose breathless reports on the doings of Al-Qaeda and the invasion of Iraq have been as mendacious and damaging as anything the infamous Judith Miller wrote for "The New York Times."
All of these jerks owe their readers an apology, but don't hold your breath waiting for one. I would cancel my "New Yorker" subscription except that it's a gift from a dear friend in Long Island, so I will simply continue to read it for their great art critic Peter Schlejessdahl (I'm sure I've misspelled his name), classical music critic Alex Ross, and the angry, investigative pieces by Seymour Hersh. As for the rest of the magazine, frankly, it's mostly a pile of steaming neocon crap.