Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The hand that fed the byte...

Today, a sound byte from Saddam's trial got piped everywhere by America's chain of mass media outlets. Even that DJ over at The NewsHour, Jim Lehrer, was spinning it in his mix.

Here's a transcription of the rap from some Chi town playas who call themselves The Tribune:

The voice-altering device, however, couldn't distort her grief as she spoke Tuesday in raw terms about the sexual humiliation and torture she faced in the four years she was moved from prison to prison after being arrested by Hussein's secret police in a mass round-up in the Shiite village of Dujail in 1982.

"I was forced to take my clothes off," she said of her detention in an intelligence services building. "They lifted my legs up, they tied my hands, they beat me with cables and gave me electric shocks. They were more than five persons. They treated me as if I were a banquet."


Of course, I understand the glorious groove corporate media wants me to feel when I rock to this big bad byte of evil Saddam.

I'm supposed to get a warm, fuzzy patriotic glow on my face.
I'm supposed to applaud the GOP and the USA for taking out Saddam.
I'm supposed to feel the war was really worth it.

But wait a second...

1982?

Hold on there Mr. Mass Media.
Who do you think you are?

How about we cut a deal?

I promise to get a warm, fuzzy patriotic glow on my face.
I promise to applaud the GOP and the USA for taking out Saddam.
And I promise to feel the war was really worth it...

If, and only if, you promise to tell me real soon why Donald Rumsfeld was shaking this mad monster's hand in 1983?

Ya Dig?

Frasca's simulation and Koreyel's Law



Gonzalo Frasca is a very clever chap.

Clever,
As in smart.
And smart,
As in razor-sharp.

Amongst the symphony of ideas,
The orchestras,
That compose his happening web site,
There exists...
A savage simulation called September 12
That shows Koreyel's Law bursting into bombastic being.

How do you win this game?

You don't.
You can't.
You won't.

How do you win in Iraq?

You don't.
You can't.
You won't.

You aren't.

[Note: Gonzalo's simulation predates Koreyel's Law.
Nevertheless I think I'll send this power-up to him:
Koreyel's Prescription: Feed a tribe. Starve a terrorist.
Maybe that might make the game passably and plausibly winnable.
Maybe,
As in maybe...]