When Joan Baez performs on behalf of Amnesty International, she gets nary a mention in the media. When she contributes to a benefit for the victims of Hurricane Katrina, it’s more “ho hum” time (with both her music and financial support). But use bad language in a prime-time PBS documentary about a guy with whom she has had a professional and romantic relationship for years, and it becomes a headline?
Am I the only one who doesn’t get this?
I personally didn’t see “No Direction Home,” Martin Scorsese’s documentary on Bob Dylan, when it aired the other night, but I will one day. Of course now, though, I suppose my curiosity is supposed to be stimulated enough to wait in anticipation for Baez’s “F” blast, which apparently comes about an hour into the program.
Gee, I wonder if this means that she should pursue a new career in standup comedy (possibly as the female version of Andrew “Dice” Clay)? I can see it now…
“Little miss muffetIf the majority of the people of this country choose to ingest spoon-fed pabulum such as that which CNN proclaims as “news” (as illustrated by this example) and believe that they are actually “informed,” then we, collectively speaking, are truly a nation of zombies.
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey, which were farmed and processed from the brutalized labor of third world nations suffering under the yoke of imperialist oppression guided by the dictates of the International Monetary Fund.
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
And began a lecture about the coming decline of capitalism at the hands of the weary mothers of the world, the ghost of Joe Hill, and the cataclysmic turmoil generated by the hegemony of globalization upon Islamist states.
And when the spider was done, he asked, 'Yo, what’s in the bowl, bitch?'”
One more thing: the next time you hear some conservative hammerhead screaming about “liberal media elites,” make sure they read this.