WE are not assuming anything, or at least I’m not, because I know better than to think that it’s wise to draw any conclusions from such radically incomplete information.
Many people are shocked to see a Donald Trump button from the 2016 campaign in my office on the wall near my desk, a gift. I don’t feel the need to worry about what ignorant people might conclude about me from it. Similarly, a friend went to Germany recently, and while there went to the town of Trier which turned out to be the birthplace of Karl Marx. So now I have a portrait of Karl Marx and the word Trier on a magnet on my refrigerator at home. So?
I have Mao pins and a bust of Lenin at home, but that doesn't make me a commie. It makes me a collector of communist material culture. I picked up the pins in China in 1980 and Lenin in Estonia in 2017. If that makes me politically suspect, I'll add that I've also been to Iran and Cuba. Heck, I'm originally from Venezuela and a dual citizen, so God knows where my actual loyalties lie, right?
No, I'm just an increasingly moderate Democrat and a senior citizen from an expat family and I enjoy travel off the beaten path. My stopover at the airport at La Habana took place when I was a toddler in the late 50s on the way to or from the states.
But enough about me.
A journalist would have asked Kafoury and Nosse in an open-ended way to explain what the images in question mean to them and reported their responses. A reporter would also have probed their answers and published the results. Even a cub reporter would know to interview other sources and mention whether or not they found other corroborating information.
Instead we get this kangaroo court where insinuation replaces evidence and guilt is established by association instead of facts.
The critical problem with the right's 21st century version of a Red Scare is the absence of actual Reds. Shitbag woke kids reciting stupid slogans don't count.
I'm curious about the axe in the picture of Greg Kafoury's office. It looks like a labrys axe, which was a symbol of radical feminism back in the Eighties--I mean Mary Daly's radical feminism, that era. Do you know anything about that?
Funny, what you call his “Bolshevik” propaganda is the reproduction of an old advertisement for selling paper towels from probably the 30s — “Are your washrooms breeding BOLSHEVIKS? Workers lose respect for a company that doesn’t provide proper facilities” is the headline on the poster as I recall, pitching the paper towels as higher quality (and more economical too! Only need one or two. Write for a free carton . . . ). It’s a reminder that anti-Communist hysteria has a long history in this country.
Nice rant--but I've gotta say I really distrust any writer who hides behind a nom de plume.
Come out, come out--wherever you are...
WE are not assuming anything, or at least I’m not, because I know better than to think that it’s wise to draw any conclusions from such radically incomplete information.
Many people are shocked to see a Donald Trump button from the 2016 campaign in my office on the wall near my desk, a gift. I don’t feel the need to worry about what ignorant people might conclude about me from it. Similarly, a friend went to Germany recently, and while there went to the town of Trier which turned out to be the birthplace of Karl Marx. So now I have a portrait of Karl Marx and the word Trier on a magnet on my refrigerator at home. So?
I have Mao pins and a bust of Lenin at home, but that doesn't make me a commie. It makes me a collector of communist material culture. I picked up the pins in China in 1980 and Lenin in Estonia in 2017. If that makes me politically suspect, I'll add that I've also been to Iran and Cuba. Heck, I'm originally from Venezuela and a dual citizen, so God knows where my actual loyalties lie, right?
No, I'm just an increasingly moderate Democrat and a senior citizen from an expat family and I enjoy travel off the beaten path. My stopover at the airport at La Habana took place when I was a toddler in the late 50s on the way to or from the states.
But enough about me.
A journalist would have asked Kafoury and Nosse in an open-ended way to explain what the images in question mean to them and reported their responses. A reporter would also have probed their answers and published the results. Even a cub reporter would know to interview other sources and mention whether or not they found other corroborating information.
Instead we get this kangaroo court where insinuation replaces evidence and guilt is established by association instead of facts.
The critical problem with the right's 21st century version of a Red Scare is the absence of actual Reds. Shitbag woke kids reciting stupid slogans don't count.
I'm curious about the axe in the picture of Greg Kafoury's office. It looks like a labrys axe, which was a symbol of radical feminism back in the Eighties--I mean Mary Daly's radical feminism, that era. Do you know anything about that?
Funny, what you call his “Bolshevik” propaganda is the reproduction of an old advertisement for selling paper towels from probably the 30s — “Are your washrooms breeding BOLSHEVIKS? Workers lose respect for a company that doesn’t provide proper facilities” is the headline on the poster as I recall, pitching the paper towels as higher quality (and more economical too! Only need one or two. Write for a free carton . . . ). It’s a reminder that anti-Communist hysteria has a long history in this country.