Bright blooms of flame spattered shadows on that tide
Whose strangling fingers clawed into our land,
And scraped out slots like graves upon our sand.
A far-off signal flared and sputtering fell,
Its bloom of sparks splashed deep in slate,
But, like our last edition, this signal came too late.
The drumming bursts of broken cannons
Stomped along the edges of our gilded cage,
And faded like the lies we smeared on our front page,
Faded until all we heard of want or wish or war
Were the screams of our grandchildren slain
Beyond our gilded sand, upon our once fruited plain.
The pen is mightier than the sword, but the flamethrower is mightier than the pen, which you wield quite well and with deadliest of aim.
Posted by: Jewel at August 21, 2010 9:46 AMThe Horror, the horror ...
One day we will look back on all of this,
and slam into a parked car.
.
All the news that's fit to suppress.
Posted by: james wilson at August 21, 2010 9:58 AMAt intervals along the tacky, interminable descent of the NYT, the master places another barbed marker. And again I say Bravo! It could not happen to a more deserving collection of useful idiots.
Posted by: at August 21, 2010 5:58 PMContrary to mythology, there is no descent of the NYTimes from some pinnacle of objective glory. Look up Walter Duranty and Herbert Matthews. They NYTimes has always propagandized for Communism. They have always been an enemy of the United States of America and of free men everywhere.
Posted by: Fat Man at June 18, 2012 6:45 PMDoes the NYT actually still own anything other than its subscription list?
Posted by: BillT at June 19, 2012 4:55 AM"The pen is mightier than the sword, but the flamethrower is mightier than the pen." Jewel, you're a jewel.
Posted by: BillH at June 19, 2012 1:53 PM
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