April 4, 2011 @ 9:26 a.m.
(Please read the next line here again; I had a typo this morning. Look for where it now says "NOT." 2:00 p.m. I didn't have a lot of time, and after being nice and letting me use the Internet elsewhere, the people who gave me permission kept coming in and finding things to do right behind me. Do you think they were trying to read over my shoulder?)
I am not intending any code in what I write or write about today. I may discuss some code, but I'm NOT trying to use it myself.
I had no Internet access yesterday.
--Shortly before I left the hospital, I left a voicemail for the New York Times saying that I didn't see any reason why President Obama shouldn't be President for a second term, and I didn't see any reason why Hillary Clinton shouldn't be President for two terms after that, as long as they stopped doing and endorsing bad things.
--The Psychology Today article that I discussed on Saturday has a picture in it that looks as if it's a still from the first movie made of the book "Lolita." Lolita's given name is Dolores Haze.
Neither of my parents has ever physically sexually assaulted me. When I was writing about what happened on the night of November 21, 2011, I tried to think of another way to describe how my father pinned me to the floor, and unfortunately "he got on top of me" was the most accurate description. I would have preferred to describe what he did in some other way, because the phrase "he got on top of me" is used often when people are describing sexual assaults.
--On Saturday, I shouldn't have written "the nicer I try to be, the more horrible people become;" at least, I shouldn't have written it where I did in a discussion of the media. On Saturday, the media that I saw were being quite a lot nicer than has been their habit for some time, at least to me personally. I didn't write that sentence until later in the day, immediately after I had allowed myself to get annoyed by something that wasn't the media (I rewrote the time to reflect when that entire section was complete).
--I found what I thought might have been stolen. It's been an adjustment to leave the hospital in a few ways. It's been nice to be outside, but it's also the first time in more than 4 months that I've had to think at all about leaving a building for any reason.
I was glad to get a bed at a shelter, just as I was glad to be in a hospital even though the hospital was very unpleasant on a personal level the entire time I was there.
Copyright L. Kochman April 4, 2011 @ 9:51 a.m.
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April 4, 2011 @ 2:02 p.m.
-- Today there is a poster on the bulletin board near the children's section of the library that says "MAKE A DIFFERENCE: Do you have just 60 minutes, once a week? Mentor a child at (the school that's advertising the program.)
The logo is a picture of a sand dollar. The program is for mentoring of children from kindergarten to 8th grade.
--There were other things I wanted to do today than try to deal with a threat of imminent harm, but the mayor of the town I'm in has disrupted my plans, aided by the pastor of the church that I went to for food and some hours of day shelter this morning.
I'm back at the library, so my writing here may stop suddenly; the computer times itself after anyone logs in so you only get exactly a half hour, up to twice a day. I'll have one more half hour after this one is over, which I probably won't take now.
This morning, supposedly the mayor had shown up in order to listen and participate in discussion of needs of the homeless. There was a photographer there also, whom I asked not to take my picture.
Near the end of the meeting, the mayor asked for comments about the shelter that most of the people there, including myself, have been staying in. I considered myself warned when, as soon as I raised my hand, he said to the small crowd "If you need 5 young, strong men to clean a warehouse, let me know." (I wouldn't say it's inspiring but more noteworthy in a dubious way the things that people say when they're trying to improvise harassment. How many homeless people do you know who own warehouses of any kind?)
When I was called upon to speak, I said that the first night I was at the shelter, a group of nursing students had brought dinner for the residents but that they had also brought cameras and were taking pictures. I said that even though the residents were asked if they wanted their picture taken, I didn't think that it should have happened. There are situations in which you shouldn't be taking people's pictures, even if they agree to it. When people are living in a shelter, their defenses are weak, and you shouldn't be trying to take pictures of them or asking them to do anything else that they might regret later.
The mayor seemed to think that at least some of what I said about the pictures was reasonable. However, when I made my second statement, which was that I thought that a shelter should be a place which is free from all forms of abuse, I wasn't allowed to continue to speak. One homeless man said, "I must have missed something," to which I said "You know exactly what I'm talking about," because he does; they all do, including many of the volunteers and the staff at the shelter. The man who said "I must have missed something" was sitting next to the man who sat close to me the other day and said that he was "going to get rid of the bedbugs, we have to clean up that mess." They were both laughing, today.
The pastor put up his hand to stop my talking and said "Everyone has their own perspective." As he told me that, he was standing a few feet away from the volunteer who worked overnight at the shelter last night. That volunteer had at first seemed like a nice person. She had helped with dinner, we had talked enjoyably in the kitchen, and then later she sought me out with another, male resident of the shelter so that she could walk by with a foot of me and talk about being "crabby" with the other resident.
The volunteer also refused to discourage the very loud, repetitive, unnecessary coughing that erupted in the women's room at about 2:00 a.m. this morning. In fact, first it had been a lot of loud talking, which I know isn't allowed between 11:00 p.m. and 6:00 a.m.. My attempts to ask the 2 or 3 women who were talking to take the conversation out of the room were met with hostility, and then the coughing started. We are in 3 bunkbeds in a room that just fits the bunkbeds and allows you to get from the door to whichever bed is yours; most people have all of their possessions things piled up around their beds and on their beds when they leave in the morning. It's a small room, and loud coughing is L-O-U-D when it's happened a foot away from you.
I also asked "If you can't stop coughing, can you please take that out of the room?" I was told "I can't help it," and "she can't help it if she coughs while she sleeps." I said "Nobody who is coughing like that is sleeping," and to that I got "SHUT UP!"
Since the issue under discussion was people being quiet, I did shut up, to see what would happen. After a minute, the coughing resumed, and I went and asked the volunteer to deal with it.
She offered me some foam earplugs, which I told her don't work, and which anyone who has ever used them knows don't work. Then she offered to let me sleep on a fold-out bed in the dining room. I briefly considered asking her why the person who kept coughing couldn't sleep in the dining room, and then I figured the volunteer was being fair enough and I accepted that offer.
The coughing that the other female resident(s) had said they couldn't help got louder for a few minutes after I was accomodated in the dining room, and then it stopped completely, for the rest of the night.
I think that it's not a good idea for me to make a habit of sleeping in common areas of a homeless shelter when I've been not only harassed but threatened. I also think I'm probably one more issue like last night away from getting kicked out; also, the behavior of the mayor and the pastor gave that guy permission to abuse me or kill me, I think.
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April 4, 2011 @ 4:45 p.m.
--People who go out of their way to harass me in person should know that doing so won't automatically give them a cameo in my blog.
--People who read my blog should assume that I'm getting harassed in person a lot more than I'm discussing in my blog. I don't have time to document every incident.
--I HOPE THAT MY PARENTS AREN'T PLANNING TO GIVE AWAY, ABANDON, ABUSE OR NEGLECT MY PET DURING THIS TIME WHEN I'M UNABLE TO PROVIDE A HOME FOR SAID PET. THERE IS NO NEED TO TAKE ANY MORE REVENGE ON ME FOR MY EXPOSURE OF YOUR DASTERDLY DEEDS. DASTERDLY. DASTARDLY. I HATE THE TIME LIMIT ON THIS COMPUTER SITUATION; I'M NOT A GOOD SPELLER TO BEGIN WITH, AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LOOK UP WORDS JUST AS THEY OCCUR TO ME TO WRITE.
--I left the meeting at the church at around 11:00 a.m., after I'd jotted down the names of some of the children's books that were on display between the basement/dining room and the church office. Here are some of the names:
"Jonah and the Big Fish"
"Duck and a Book"
"Baby Outside," which had a picture of a little kid in front of a pond with ducks on it. The caption on the bottom of the front cover of the book said "A Super Chubby."
"The Smallest Cow in the World"
"Babybug"
"The Three Little Pigs"
"Benjamin Franklin," which I'm assuming is how some of the harassers have been trying to congratulate my father, Frank, for the fact that he helped my mother goad and starve me into a situation in which they got me arrested after he beat me up.
I repeat; I was looking for work and making progress at that at the time that I ended up at VSH after having been arrested. I was no deadbeat; I was doing everything that I was supposed to do.
It's not as if the mayor and the pastor hadn't read my blog. There's no way that they didn't read what I wrote on April 1, 2011, about the homeless guy who threatened me. There was no "April Fool's" about that day. When I joked that "it's not as intimidating as you might think to have someone threaten to kill or otherwise hurt you and then fall asleep," I wasn't asking for anyone to help that guy get more motivated to follow through on his threat. Yet, knowing that that guy was most likely among the people whom they addressed today, the mayor participated in the harassment and the pastor encouraged it.
There was lunch somewhere other than that church between 11:30 a.m. and 12:30 p.m., but since the crowd is usually the same and they'd just received approval from the mayor and support from the pastor for harassing me, I figured I'd wait until the crowd would be more likely to be calmer than I expected them to be for the next few hours.
When I left the library after 2:00 p.m., I went back to the church, which is the only other place open for the homeless today, as far as I know. When I walked in the door, the bedbug guy was looking right at me and smiling.
Lunch at the church was tunafish casserole and grilled cheese sandwiches. I asked the volunteer who was behind the counter if I could have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She said "No," but another volunteer heard me and said "That's fine." Nice Volunteer Lady made the sandwich for me and also gave me a doughnut out of the many that were on the back counter. I took it with me; as I left, the First Volunteer called out to me, "Do you want a napkin?" to which I, having made at least some study of manners, truthfully replied "I already have one, thanks." First Volunteer had also asked me if it were "still damp outside." I told her she could go outside and find out for herself.
I THINK I'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!!
--Within the first month that I was at VSH, I told the media what had happened on 11/21/10. I included the fact that I weighed in at 108 pounds at the jail the night I left my parents' house.
--Yesterday, I walked by a gas station and saw a sign stuck in the dirt in the front. The sign was advertising Green Mountain Coffee and Minor League Baseball. The caption said "Take a Hit. See Some Swings."
Is that now baseball code for hanging the prisoners in Iran?
--I'm not going to be able to finish what I wanted to write today.
Copyright L. Kochman, April 4, 2011 @ 5:09 p.m.
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April 4, 2011 @ 6:04 p.m.
I got lucky and have some more time.
--My views on all of the political and social issues that I've discussed over the past year are essentially the same now as they ever were. I've developed some concern about what would happen if, in the happy event that all of the harassers capitulate to my point of view, repression of speech and other expression occurs as a result. My thought is NOT that nobody should ever wear or use red, talk about the things that have been appropriated and over-used to make direct references to genitalia and sexual acts, or take pictures of children. My thought is still what it was last year in that respect; what is your intention, and what is the result of your actions?
If you are meaning to make insinuations that are degrading, abusive, and/or murderous to women, children or anybody else, please stop trying to make those insinuations. I'm not sure that the issue is more complex than that. (A side note; if these types of issues don't keep cropping up, I'm going to run the thesaurus on words such as "complex.")
--All of the communication that I have had with the New York Times over the past months, including last night, has been recorded by that newspaper. I always left voicemails; I never spoke to anyone in person, on the phone, or communicated with that newspaper in any other way than by leaving voicemails. The New York Times is incapable of producing anything that indicates that I have ever been anti-union in any way.
I have reason to be grateful to that newspaper for the communications that I made that the newspaper transmitted whole and undistorted to the part of the world that's interested in what I do from day to day. I know they made fun of me, and so did others, for the fact that I left a lot of messages and didn't always plan them out. It's not always bad to have people make fun of you; sometimes it REALLY is, but some of the unsexualized and.....fair mocking is a good reminder that I need to try to respect other people's time.
Last night, in a voicemail to the NYT, I reiterated my statement of a few weeks ago that I didn't see any reason why President Obama shouldn't be President for a 2nd term, and Hillary Clinton President for 2 terms after that, as long as they and everyone else in that administration stops doing bad things.
Today, the New York Times seems to be threatening President Obama that if he stops the agenda of human rights violations, abuse and corruption, media such as the New York Times will prevent President Obama from winning another term in office.
The media isn't supposed to decide who is President. The media is supposed to report the facts as truthfully and in as unbiased a way as possible. The media is also not supposed to run its own corporate-sponsored campaign for worldwide moral degeneracy.
The media needs to stop encouraging, let alone demanding, government support for the destruction of human rights. Included in that imperative, the media needs to stop denigrating and attempting to inhibit the governments of the U.S. and other countries from establishing democracy in Libya.
L. Kochman April 4, 2011 @ 6:22 p.m.
Did I finish on time? Wow. Perhaps I will go back and check some of my spelling.
(Please read the next line here again; I had a typo this morning. Look for where it now says "NOT." 2:00 p.m. I didn't have a lot of time, and after being nice and letting me use the Internet elsewhere, the people who gave me permission kept coming in and finding things to do right behind me. Do you think they were trying to read over my shoulder?)
I am not intending any code in what I write or write about today. I may discuss some code, but I'm NOT trying to use it myself.
I had no Internet access yesterday.
--Shortly before I left the hospital, I left a voicemail for the New York Times saying that I didn't see any reason why President Obama shouldn't be President for a second term, and I didn't see any reason why Hillary Clinton shouldn't be President for two terms after that, as long as they stopped doing and endorsing bad things.
--The Psychology Today article that I discussed on Saturday has a picture in it that looks as if it's a still from the first movie made of the book "Lolita." Lolita's given name is Dolores Haze.
Neither of my parents has ever physically sexually assaulted me. When I was writing about what happened on the night of November 21, 2011, I tried to think of another way to describe how my father pinned me to the floor, and unfortunately "he got on top of me" was the most accurate description. I would have preferred to describe what he did in some other way, because the phrase "he got on top of me" is used often when people are describing sexual assaults.
--On Saturday, I shouldn't have written "the nicer I try to be, the more horrible people become;" at least, I shouldn't have written it where I did in a discussion of the media. On Saturday, the media that I saw were being quite a lot nicer than has been their habit for some time, at least to me personally. I didn't write that sentence until later in the day, immediately after I had allowed myself to get annoyed by something that wasn't the media (I rewrote the time to reflect when that entire section was complete).
--I found what I thought might have been stolen. It's been an adjustment to leave the hospital in a few ways. It's been nice to be outside, but it's also the first time in more than 4 months that I've had to think at all about leaving a building for any reason.
I was glad to get a bed at a shelter, just as I was glad to be in a hospital even though the hospital was very unpleasant on a personal level the entire time I was there.
Copyright L. Kochman April 4, 2011 @ 9:51 a.m.
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April 4, 2011 @ 2:02 p.m.
-- Today there is a poster on the bulletin board near the children's section of the library that says "MAKE A DIFFERENCE: Do you have just 60 minutes, once a week? Mentor a child at (the school that's advertising the program.)
The logo is a picture of a sand dollar. The program is for mentoring of children from kindergarten to 8th grade.
--There were other things I wanted to do today than try to deal with a threat of imminent harm, but the mayor of the town I'm in has disrupted my plans, aided by the pastor of the church that I went to for food and some hours of day shelter this morning.
I'm back at the library, so my writing here may stop suddenly; the computer times itself after anyone logs in so you only get exactly a half hour, up to twice a day. I'll have one more half hour after this one is over, which I probably won't take now.
This morning, supposedly the mayor had shown up in order to listen and participate in discussion of needs of the homeless. There was a photographer there also, whom I asked not to take my picture.
Near the end of the meeting, the mayor asked for comments about the shelter that most of the people there, including myself, have been staying in. I considered myself warned when, as soon as I raised my hand, he said to the small crowd "If you need 5 young, strong men to clean a warehouse, let me know." (I wouldn't say it's inspiring but more noteworthy in a dubious way the things that people say when they're trying to improvise harassment. How many homeless people do you know who own warehouses of any kind?)
When I was called upon to speak, I said that the first night I was at the shelter, a group of nursing students had brought dinner for the residents but that they had also brought cameras and were taking pictures. I said that even though the residents were asked if they wanted their picture taken, I didn't think that it should have happened. There are situations in which you shouldn't be taking people's pictures, even if they agree to it. When people are living in a shelter, their defenses are weak, and you shouldn't be trying to take pictures of them or asking them to do anything else that they might regret later.
The mayor seemed to think that at least some of what I said about the pictures was reasonable. However, when I made my second statement, which was that I thought that a shelter should be a place which is free from all forms of abuse, I wasn't allowed to continue to speak. One homeless man said, "I must have missed something," to which I said "You know exactly what I'm talking about," because he does; they all do, including many of the volunteers and the staff at the shelter. The man who said "I must have missed something" was sitting next to the man who sat close to me the other day and said that he was "going to get rid of the bedbugs, we have to clean up that mess." They were both laughing, today.
The pastor put up his hand to stop my talking and said "Everyone has their own perspective." As he told me that, he was standing a few feet away from the volunteer who worked overnight at the shelter last night. That volunteer had at first seemed like a nice person. She had helped with dinner, we had talked enjoyably in the kitchen, and then later she sought me out with another, male resident of the shelter so that she could walk by with a foot of me and talk about being "crabby" with the other resident.
The volunteer also refused to discourage the very loud, repetitive, unnecessary coughing that erupted in the women's room at about 2:00 a.m. this morning. In fact, first it had been a lot of loud talking, which I know isn't allowed between 11:00 p.m. and 6:00 a.m.. My attempts to ask the 2 or 3 women who were talking to take the conversation out of the room were met with hostility, and then the coughing started. We are in 3 bunkbeds in a room that just fits the bunkbeds and allows you to get from the door to whichever bed is yours; most people have all of their possessions things piled up around their beds and on their beds when they leave in the morning. It's a small room, and loud coughing is L-O-U-D when it's happened a foot away from you.
I also asked "If you can't stop coughing, can you please take that out of the room?" I was told "I can't help it," and "she can't help it if she coughs while she sleeps." I said "Nobody who is coughing like that is sleeping," and to that I got "SHUT UP!"
Since the issue under discussion was people being quiet, I did shut up, to see what would happen. After a minute, the coughing resumed, and I went and asked the volunteer to deal with it.
She offered me some foam earplugs, which I told her don't work, and which anyone who has ever used them knows don't work. Then she offered to let me sleep on a fold-out bed in the dining room. I briefly considered asking her why the person who kept coughing couldn't sleep in the dining room, and then I figured the volunteer was being fair enough and I accepted that offer.
The coughing that the other female resident(s) had said they couldn't help got louder for a few minutes after I was accomodated in the dining room, and then it stopped completely, for the rest of the night.
I think that it's not a good idea for me to make a habit of sleeping in common areas of a homeless shelter when I've been not only harassed but threatened. I also think I'm probably one more issue like last night away from getting kicked out; also, the behavior of the mayor and the pastor gave that guy permission to abuse me or kill me, I think.
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April 4, 2011 @ 4:45 p.m.
--People who go out of their way to harass me in person should know that doing so won't automatically give them a cameo in my blog.
--People who read my blog should assume that I'm getting harassed in person a lot more than I'm discussing in my blog. I don't have time to document every incident.
--I HOPE THAT MY PARENTS AREN'T PLANNING TO GIVE AWAY, ABANDON, ABUSE OR NEGLECT MY PET DURING THIS TIME WHEN I'M UNABLE TO PROVIDE A HOME FOR SAID PET. THERE IS NO NEED TO TAKE ANY MORE REVENGE ON ME FOR MY EXPOSURE OF YOUR DASTERDLY DEEDS. DASTERDLY. DASTARDLY. I HATE THE TIME LIMIT ON THIS COMPUTER SITUATION; I'M NOT A GOOD SPELLER TO BEGIN WITH, AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LOOK UP WORDS JUST AS THEY OCCUR TO ME TO WRITE.
--I left the meeting at the church at around 11:00 a.m., after I'd jotted down the names of some of the children's books that were on display between the basement/dining room and the church office. Here are some of the names:
"Jonah and the Big Fish"
"Duck and a Book"
"Baby Outside," which had a picture of a little kid in front of a pond with ducks on it. The caption on the bottom of the front cover of the book said "A Super Chubby."
"The Smallest Cow in the World"
"Babybug"
"The Three Little Pigs"
"Benjamin Franklin," which I'm assuming is how some of the harassers have been trying to congratulate my father, Frank, for the fact that he helped my mother goad and starve me into a situation in which they got me arrested after he beat me up.
I repeat; I was looking for work and making progress at that at the time that I ended up at VSH after having been arrested. I was no deadbeat; I was doing everything that I was supposed to do.
It's not as if the mayor and the pastor hadn't read my blog. There's no way that they didn't read what I wrote on April 1, 2011, about the homeless guy who threatened me. There was no "April Fool's" about that day. When I joked that "it's not as intimidating as you might think to have someone threaten to kill or otherwise hurt you and then fall asleep," I wasn't asking for anyone to help that guy get more motivated to follow through on his threat. Yet, knowing that that guy was most likely among the people whom they addressed today, the mayor participated in the harassment and the pastor encouraged it.
There was lunch somewhere other than that church between 11:30 a.m. and 12:30 p.m., but since the crowd is usually the same and they'd just received approval from the mayor and support from the pastor for harassing me, I figured I'd wait until the crowd would be more likely to be calmer than I expected them to be for the next few hours.
When I left the library after 2:00 p.m., I went back to the church, which is the only other place open for the homeless today, as far as I know. When I walked in the door, the bedbug guy was looking right at me and smiling.
Lunch at the church was tunafish casserole and grilled cheese sandwiches. I asked the volunteer who was behind the counter if I could have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She said "No," but another volunteer heard me and said "That's fine." Nice Volunteer Lady made the sandwich for me and also gave me a doughnut out of the many that were on the back counter. I took it with me; as I left, the First Volunteer called out to me, "Do you want a napkin?" to which I, having made at least some study of manners, truthfully replied "I already have one, thanks." First Volunteer had also asked me if it were "still damp outside." I told her she could go outside and find out for herself.
I THINK I'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!!
--Within the first month that I was at VSH, I told the media what had happened on 11/21/10. I included the fact that I weighed in at 108 pounds at the jail the night I left my parents' house.
--Yesterday, I walked by a gas station and saw a sign stuck in the dirt in the front. The sign was advertising Green Mountain Coffee and Minor League Baseball. The caption said "Take a Hit. See Some Swings."
Is that now baseball code for hanging the prisoners in Iran?
--I'm not going to be able to finish what I wanted to write today.
Copyright L. Kochman, April 4, 2011 @ 5:09 p.m.
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April 4, 2011 @ 6:04 p.m.
I got lucky and have some more time.
--My views on all of the political and social issues that I've discussed over the past year are essentially the same now as they ever were. I've developed some concern about what would happen if, in the happy event that all of the harassers capitulate to my point of view, repression of speech and other expression occurs as a result. My thought is NOT that nobody should ever wear or use red, talk about the things that have been appropriated and over-used to make direct references to genitalia and sexual acts, or take pictures of children. My thought is still what it was last year in that respect; what is your intention, and what is the result of your actions?
If you are meaning to make insinuations that are degrading, abusive, and/or murderous to women, children or anybody else, please stop trying to make those insinuations. I'm not sure that the issue is more complex than that. (A side note; if these types of issues don't keep cropping up, I'm going to run the thesaurus on words such as "complex.")
--All of the communication that I have had with the New York Times over the past months, including last night, has been recorded by that newspaper. I always left voicemails; I never spoke to anyone in person, on the phone, or communicated with that newspaper in any other way than by leaving voicemails. The New York Times is incapable of producing anything that indicates that I have ever been anti-union in any way.
I have reason to be grateful to that newspaper for the communications that I made that the newspaper transmitted whole and undistorted to the part of the world that's interested in what I do from day to day. I know they made fun of me, and so did others, for the fact that I left a lot of messages and didn't always plan them out. It's not always bad to have people make fun of you; sometimes it REALLY is, but some of the unsexualized and.....fair mocking is a good reminder that I need to try to respect other people's time.
Last night, in a voicemail to the NYT, I reiterated my statement of a few weeks ago that I didn't see any reason why President Obama shouldn't be President for a 2nd term, and Hillary Clinton President for 2 terms after that, as long as they and everyone else in that administration stops doing bad things.
Today, the New York Times seems to be threatening President Obama that if he stops the agenda of human rights violations, abuse and corruption, media such as the New York Times will prevent President Obama from winning another term in office.
The media isn't supposed to decide who is President. The media is supposed to report the facts as truthfully and in as unbiased a way as possible. The media is also not supposed to run its own corporate-sponsored campaign for worldwide moral degeneracy.
The media needs to stop encouraging, let alone demanding, government support for the destruction of human rights. Included in that imperative, the media needs to stop denigrating and attempting to inhibit the governments of the U.S. and other countries from establishing democracy in Libya.
L. Kochman April 4, 2011 @ 6:22 p.m.
Did I finish on time? Wow. Perhaps I will go back and check some of my spelling.