Maybe.  And maybe the words "to give the news impartially, without fear or favor, regardless of party, sect, or interests involved" still burn in a breast or two.

I guess we're going to find out if those words, or trite phrases like  'journalistic integrity," still mean anything at all to the profession.

Ms. Attkisson did make it sound like she knows who is responsible, but one can know a thing without being able to prove it.

As far as typical Chicago thug tactics working their magic, we may be seeing that those tactics have an inherent limitation or two.  Perhaps the media are waking up to the fact that if one behaves like one is state-controlled, sooner or later one will be state-controlled, and with that will come being treated as being state-controlled.  If they are under the impression that being treated as state-controlled means they will not be monitored, they should go track down a few former employees of TASS (if they can find any that weren't KGB to begin with, that is).

Now, Dash... is that any way to be?  Into the miasma of you and 10¢ bonking each other over the head, Scrut and Ltd. being, well, Scrut and Ltd., SiS sniping at the wounded just like the little sister I wish I didn't already have,  and Larry working his way through the early chapters of Word Power Made Easy, Joan is a bright little beam of pure malevolence.

I'm here.  I can't always think of something suitably hateful to say, but this thread busts me up.

The guy takes his leave with more style and grace than most people can manage staying right where they are – and in 480 words or less.

Representative Donald Payne Jr. (D-NJ) can't make Kool-Aid because Representative Donald Payne Jr. (D-NJ) can't figure out how to get 2 quarts of water in one of those little tiny envelopes.

Great post, Soops!

Elbert brings the high heat!

Outhouses?  Why, we could only dream of...

...sorry.  Monty Python Four Yorkshiremen sketch flashback.

The village near where my dad grew up has waxed and waned over the years.  The population always seems to head back to 200-250.  My uncle claimed that that was because every time someone was born in town, somebody else had to leave.

The town has continued to muddle along.  Lately, more people have been moving to the area to get away from the nearest city.  It will be a while before it becomes a proper suburb, but I suppose it will happen one day.

And about the outhouses... the indoor plumbing of my grandmother's farmhouse is about as old as I am.

I didn't do nuttin', I didn't see nuttin', I didn't hear nuttin', I don't know nuttin', and no habla ingles.

Thanks for that last shot, George.  It reminds me that one of my fondest wishes is to one day stroll down Friedrichstraße through Checkpoint Charlie, eating a Sausage McMuffin.

Damage control.

In light of this, the President needs to look presidential, and fast.  So, round up some low-information Europeans, stand in front of a colonnade, and make with the Southern Baptist preacher schtick.

A potential problem is that low-information Europeans might not be as thick on the ground as they were in 2008.  One of my German friends seems to be coming to the conclusion that Obama might not be the sharpest pickelhaube in the armory.

Everything that is not forbidden is compulsory.

– T. H. White, The Once and Future King

I guess that's phase II.

EDIT: This cut-and-paste stuff can be confoosing.

Maybe Dash is an engineer.  Somebody in France ought to be – can't leave something like that to the French.

I worked for a while on a project of an international nature with a team from Great Britain and another from France.  We would all get together to hammer out what the doohickey was supposed to do, then memorialize the agreement and move on.  Or, at least that was the plan.  In practice, the French team would agree to some point or other, then the next day would have changed their minds and be headed off in a direction completely orthogonal to what we had already agreed to.

During one of the breaks, one of the Brits muttered to me "now you know what we've been putting up with for the last 900 years."

...and some portable soup.

...and Henry Morgan was a maritime asset acquisition specialist.

Some kind of multiflora rose.  Noxious and malignant.