Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Lara, Lara, You So Fine!


Could look at ya on that TV screen for hours on end and not have the slightest what the hell you're talking about. Nor care; Nor wanna care. Your hair, your face, your eyes... Just move your mouth forever in that sexy English accent (or Australian, New Zealandish- I'm American, think I have a clue?) and I'm forever yours. I know you don't even know I exist, and how could I ever compete with all those ultra volatile, military he men you so willingly interview (not to mention the defense contractor you done went and married). But that's OK, it's all O-K...


We had such a good thing going- you and I!
And, of course, it aint just my sweet, dear very lovable Lara- not by a long shot. It's the vast majority of corporate media stooges we're all subjected to daily, despite gender, body type, race or medium.

But when I read this diatribe from Logan, I felt like I'd known Hastings my whole life. Because brother, I have been there, when some would-be "reputable" journalist who's just been severely ass-whipped by a relative no-name freelancer on an enormous story fights back by going on television and, without any evidence at all, accusing the guy who beat him of cheating. That's happened to me so often, I've come to expect it. If there's a lower form of life on the planet earth than a "reputable" journalist protecting his territory, I haven't seen it. -Matt Taibbi

UPDATEIs this the same Lara who said this...

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