A Note to Our Readers

Hey --
Another hell of a Sunday.

Which in terms of the editorial actually worked out well. The more we knocked out of this site, the more technical problems, the angrier we got. We love the editorial. C.I. said, "You're not putting in 'Lotta Links' like that." We said we were. C.I. said, "Then we're naming others." And we did. As we noted the failures of the media, Kat had the idea to put on the CD that captured our mood and, no, we were not ready to make nice. Here's who helped write this edition:

The Third Estate Sunday Review's Dona, Jess, Ty, Ava and, me, Jim;
Rebecca of Sex and Politics and Screeds and Attitude;
Betty of Thomas Friedman Is a Great Man;
C.I. of The Common Ills and The Third Estate Sunday Review;
Kat of Kat's Korner (of The Common Ils);
Cedric of Cedric's Big Mix;
Mike of Mikey Likes It!;
Elaine of Like Maria Said Paz;
and Wally of The Daily Jot

Here's what you've got:

Editorial: Call Us Dixie Chicks -- We're not ready to make nice -- The editorial. As Rebecca said, "Oh, it's not like we lost a link."

TV: Call the coroner -- Ava and C.I., under pressure, knocked this out in 20 minutes. At the last minute. Both tired and C.I. puking. (Avoid the spinach, people, avoid the spinach. It's the purple acid of today.) They came back and found out about the technical difficulties. As Ava said, "We're done. We're done and ready to go to bed and the edition still isn't up?'


The Regressive (Parody) -- This is a light-hearted parody and anyone who thinks otherwise can read the editorial. Had this been written in the last five hours when technical difficulties abounded, it would have been very harsh. Trust us, this was light-hearted.

The Fear -- We really did enjoy The Nation article we mentioned in here. We thought we'd be done by seven a.m. at the latest, it's now almost one p.m. We were prepared to get night pictures for this feature. Everyone, from where ever they were participating, went out to snap photos and then we pulled the best and then Rebecca (thank you, Rebecca) played with them to see what she could do. We wanted foreboding, not sharp focus.

Plamegate and the Lies of Conventional Wisdom -- Plamegate. Nuff said.

Yapping Watchdogs Miss The Point -- Oh boy, did they. Almost one million regular viewers of the evening news on the big three took September 11th off and they were too busy rubbing their thighs over "Katie's ratings are down! Katie's ratings are down!" to note that huge fact.

Janet Charlton Arrives at The New York Times -- The Bobble Head Goes On. Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain. Lah-di-dah-di-dah.

The New York Times Doesn't Really Do Corrections -- No, they really don't. They really, really don't.

The Bullies & the Tyrants latest single: "Bullies Without Borders" -- Kat had the idea of noting Dallas' alternate lyrics to "Creeque Alley" and we decided to team it with a drawing by Isaiah.

Quick Roundtable -- you demanded it. You got it. It's was the second biggest item in the e-mails. (The TV commentary last week was the biggest. The editorial was the third biggest.)
And obviously C.I. of The Common Ills and The Third Estate Sunday Review participated, we just forgot to credit in the opening.

Recommending Reading -- no highlights reproduced, no time. These are recommended readings.

Thank you to Dallas for hunting down links and all other help. Thank you to Isaiah for permission to repost his comic. Thank you to Rebecca for photo-shopping and for posting visuals to her site first.

That's it, it's one p.m. The core six are calling it a "night." Thirty-one hours straight. If you read something that pissed you off, good. Hopefully, you found something of use. If not, don't come back -- somethings work if you ignore them.

--Jim, Dona, Ty, Jess, Ava and C.I.