Vaporware marches and other true stories

If you are waiting for the soul-searching op-eds delving into the deeper meaning and intricate prosaic nuances of the march in Washington yesterday, should you hold your breath? I would suggest one does not. The reality of the foto on the left began the process of being air-brushed out of the collective memory by the client-state media about a minute or two after the last speech was made (if that):


Meanwhile, it may just be me but why is it that the only time I actually think about the skin-colour of the President of the United States is when I am reminded to do so by the NYT:

The normally nonchalant Barack Obama looked nonplussed, as Nancy Pelosi glowered behind.

Surrounded by middle-aged white guys — a sepia snapshot of the days when such pols ran Washington like their own men’s club — Joe Wilson yelled "You lie!" at a president who didn’t.

But, fair or not, what I heard was an unspoken word in the air: You lie, boy!

The columnist in question has elevated their game from that of "quotation manipulation" to that of outright "quotation creation". Perhaps those of us who truly believe in judging individuals by the content of their character versus the colour of their skin have it wrong? Afterall, those in the employ of that paper of record are our political and cultural betters. Those of us who see individuals as individuals must be doing something wrong.

Finally, where did the current laconic statist meme of "You just can't talk to these people about healthcare, they do not even understand the issues" generate from? I have heard and read it in the past few days, from whence is the genesis?

Anyone?