What happens when you can't talk at a party without anyone misunderstanding you? When you say something hilarious and people go, 'huh?' When there's a world out there that only you can see. When maybe you re-up just to talk to someone. Is it you that's going crazy? Or have you just woken up? Roger Simon reviews Pat Dollard's film from Iraq, shot in large part by men who were there while they were.
Try Pat Dollard - direct from Iraq. Pat explains what he's doing:Welcome to the only thing sleazier than overbilling lawyers, overprescribing doctors shilling for pharamaceutical companies, greedy coporate executives, and used car salesmen: the American Journalist. Flawed and crooked and self-centered as the rest of us, but riding around on a high horse, pointing out everyone else's sins, but ignoring their own. This is the last great industry-wide scandal left uncovered in America. Because of course, they'd have to cover it themselves. And none of them have the bravery to take their own inventory, to list their own pathologically self-centered faults. They'd rather just go after yours. mine and those who disagree with them politically.
Do not miss this. (Warning: high raunch factor) (ht: Andrew Breitbart)
The last several posts have been about the possibility that the modern intellectual world now lives in several realities, some of which only a few can "see". We can see Haditha, but can't see the UN messing up Timor. Or maybe we can see the UN futzing around in Timor but we can't see Haditha. Kosovo, good; Iraq, bad. Or was that Iraq, good; Kosovo, bad? Whatever.
My own guess is that the perceptions started going out of sync on September 11 and went downhill from there. Until then one basically understood the world through the news magazines at the dentist's office or from listening to the news while fixing dinner. But the debris that started raining down on Manhattan was something that wasn't supposed to happen. It didn't square with the accepted version of reality. It was like the sky was cracking open and we haven't -- to this day -- really gotten a good glimpse at what lies beyond. And though I'm not sure that Pat Dollard will tell us, neither am I sure -- and maybe this is the tragedy -- that I will ever know from those brightly colored mags at the dentist's office any more.