Censorship Campaigns
Memo to HRC: Please fucking STOP!
RIght-wing campaigns to censor me after 9/11 were profoundly anti-American. Now that the left is ascendant, groups like the Human Rights Campaign are calling for Universal Press Syndicate--which also distributes my work--to drop columnist Ann Coulter.
These campaigns, whether directed against Coulter or myself, are wrong. Censor the other side and you justify censoring your own side. If people are upset about Ann Coulter's anti-gay slur against John Edwards, they need to ridicule her. Or, better yet, just ignore her and move on. Or, better than that, write their own insults against John McCain!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Killed Cartoons: Casualties from the War on Free Expression
A pair of censored Ted Rall cartoons along with the backstory thereof appear in David Wallis' new anthology "Killed Cartoons". From the official website:
A pair of censored Ted Rall cartoons along with the backstory thereof appear in David Wallis' new anthology "Killed Cartoons". From the official website:
The collection, heralded by cartoonist Gahan Wilson of the New Yorker as "amazing in its range," includes spiked art about everything from the Iraq War to teen fashion trends. Works by renowned contemporary artists such as Garry Trudeau , Steve Brodner, Edward Sorel, Doug Marlette, Ted Rall, Paul Conrad, Matt Davies and Anita Kunz are displayed alongside unearthed gems by legends like David Low, Herblock and Norman Rockwell.
Ashamed to be from Ohio
Something happened to the residents of the Buckeye State since I left in 1981. People renowned for their common sense have lost their minds.
Case Study: Democrats have joined Republicans in Ohio's infamously corrupt state legislature to sponsor a bill, the proposed Kristen's Law, that would require convicted "violent sex offenders and child predators to place fluorescent green license plates on their cars." Governor Ted Strickland, who makes me ashamed of my first name, says he'll sign the bill if it passes the General Assembly.
Talk about a good inducement to force people to use mass transit! Of course, they'll probably force the pervs to buy color-coded fare cards.
What's next? Mandatory forehead tattoos?
Fortunately, there are people who get it--sorta. Representative Bill Seitz, Republican of Cincinnati and Majority Whip, says: "I certainly want to keep our children safe from sexual predators, but I worry about casting the scarlet A, instead of on Hester Prynne, around Hester Prynne's family." After all, it's not just daddy perv who drives the family SUV. What if his non-perv son or daughter gets dragged out of the marked vehicle and beaten to death by vigilante neighbors?
But Seitz doesn't go far enough. The real question, as I've asked repeatedly, is this: If sex offenders are dangerous recidivists, why release them? The answer, despite the political posturing, must be one of the following: (a) They're not really all that dangerous; or (b) Keeping them locked up for life is too expensive.
I'm guessing the answer is a bit of (a) and all of (b). Many so-called sex offenders are really statutory rapists—19-year-old men with 17-year-old girlfriends. The system conflates these harmless "criminals" with the sickos who leap out of the bushes to attack schoolchildren after class. It's more politically palatable to outsource the policing of these people to us ordinary citizens with stupid laws named after victims of sex crimes, like Megan's Law, than to raise taxes for new prisons and mental health treatment centers.
Dangerous sex predators don't deserve to find their windshields smashed every time they emerge from their Kroger's. They deserve effective treatment and, if that's not possible, we deserve to be protected from them—forever.
Something happened to the residents of the Buckeye State since I left in 1981. People renowned for their common sense have lost their minds.
Case Study: Democrats have joined Republicans in Ohio's infamously corrupt state legislature to sponsor a bill, the proposed Kristen's Law, that would require convicted "violent sex offenders and child predators to place fluorescent green license plates on their cars." Governor Ted Strickland, who makes me ashamed of my first name, says he'll sign the bill if it passes the General Assembly.
Talk about a good inducement to force people to use mass transit! Of course, they'll probably force the pervs to buy color-coded fare cards.
What's next? Mandatory forehead tattoos?
Fortunately, there are people who get it--sorta. Representative Bill Seitz, Republican of Cincinnati and Majority Whip, says: "I certainly want to keep our children safe from sexual predators, but I worry about casting the scarlet A, instead of on Hester Prynne, around Hester Prynne's family." After all, it's not just daddy perv who drives the family SUV. What if his non-perv son or daughter gets dragged out of the marked vehicle and beaten to death by vigilante neighbors?
But Seitz doesn't go far enough. The real question, as I've asked repeatedly, is this: If sex offenders are dangerous recidivists, why release them? The answer, despite the political posturing, must be one of the following: (a) They're not really all that dangerous; or (b) Keeping them locked up for life is too expensive.
I'm guessing the answer is a bit of (a) and all of (b). Many so-called sex offenders are really statutory rapists—19-year-old men with 17-year-old girlfriends. The system conflates these harmless "criminals" with the sickos who leap out of the bushes to attack schoolchildren after class. It's more politically palatable to outsource the policing of these people to us ordinary citizens with stupid laws named after victims of sex crimes, like Megan's Law, than to raise taxes for new prisons and mental health treatment centers.
Dangerous sex predators don't deserve to find their windshields smashed every time they emerge from their Kroger's. They deserve effective treatment and, if that's not possible, we deserve to be protected from them—forever.
The Blog I'd Write If Someone Paid Me
The Rallblog makes me feel guilty. Every day tens of thousands of people pull up this URL—tune in, if you will—to see if I've opined on this or that. And, for the most part, I haven't.
Failing to meet consumer expectations is not a sound business strategy. A few years back the CEO of Blockbuster Video surveyed the company's customers and found that, the vast majority of the time, they couldn't find the video they'd most hoped to rent. Look at Blockbuster now. (Well, Netflix didn't help.)
The trouble is, the Rallblog isn't a business. It's a net loss, not only in the time it takes to feed its gaping word-count maw, but in the cost of paying for server space. In an average week, I owe three editorial cartoons and a column to my syndicate, two cartoons to freelance clients, and half a book chapter to my publisher—plus whatever random projects (movie pitches, nascent animation schemes, searching for WMDs) I happen to be working on at a given time. If I were starting out now and were, say 24 years old, a blog would be a great way to practice writing and gain attention. Now it's a distraction from paying work. This is why the best blogs are written by 24-year-olds and pros who get paid by someone.
Today I proffer the kind of stuff I'd talk about if I had the time. After today, well—back to catch as catch can.
The Rallblog makes me feel guilty. Every day tens of thousands of people pull up this URL—tune in, if you will—to see if I've opined on this or that. And, for the most part, I haven't.
Failing to meet consumer expectations is not a sound business strategy. A few years back the CEO of Blockbuster Video surveyed the company's customers and found that, the vast majority of the time, they couldn't find the video they'd most hoped to rent. Look at Blockbuster now. (Well, Netflix didn't help.)
The trouble is, the Rallblog isn't a business. It's a net loss, not only in the time it takes to feed its gaping word-count maw, but in the cost of paying for server space. In an average week, I owe three editorial cartoons and a column to my syndicate, two cartoons to freelance clients, and half a book chapter to my publisher—plus whatever random projects (movie pitches, nascent animation schemes, searching for WMDs) I happen to be working on at a given time. If I were starting out now and were, say 24 years old, a blog would be a great way to practice writing and gain attention. Now it's a distraction from paying work. This is why the best blogs are written by 24-year-olds and pros who get paid by someone.
Today I proffer the kind of stuff I'd talk about if I had the time. After today, well—back to catch as catch can.
The Libby Verdict
So long, Scooter. It's small consolation to Valerie Plame or the CIA whose agent was outed, but a medium-sized bass—something between a big and little fish—has finally paid the price for the Bush Administration's perfidy. The optimist in me hopes that it's merely the first of many convictions—and prison sentences—for this gang of imposters, liars, thieves and murderers.
Anyone who serves this gangster Administration at the cabinet or departmental levels has his or her hands dirty—and deserves to rot behind bars for the rest of their miserable lives. I'd make an exception for Libby, though: In exchange for his testimony against Thug-in-Chief Dick Cheney, I'd let him walk. Heck, I'd even let him keep his pension.
So long, Scooter. It's small consolation to Valerie Plame or the CIA whose agent was outed, but a medium-sized bass—something between a big and little fish—has finally paid the price for the Bush Administration's perfidy. The optimist in me hopes that it's merely the first of many convictions—and prison sentences—for this gang of imposters, liars, thieves and murderers.
Anyone who serves this gangster Administration at the cabinet or departmental levels has his or her hands dirty—and deserves to rot behind bars for the rest of their miserable lives. I'd make an exception for Libby, though: In exchange for his testimony against Thug-in-Chief Dick Cheney, I'd let him walk. Heck, I'd even let him keep his pension.
Even in Death, Silence About Thomas Eagleton
The death last week of former Missouri Senator Thomas Eagleton, was marked by obituaries notable for what they didn't say.
In what became known as "The Eagleton Affair," Eagleton got dumped as the 1972 Democratic nominee for Vice President when it emerged that he had checked himself into the hospital for psychiatric treatment, including shock treatment, during the 1960s, due to "nervous exhaustion." In this age of pop psychiatry and Prozac, it's hard to believe that a political career would suffer much by such a revelation. In 1972, however, it was enough to force George McGovern to cut him loose.
Media accounts, including in such relatively liberal outlets as NPR and PBS, mentioned the revelation of Eagleton's psychiatric treatment in the passive voice: "When it was revealed that…" "When it came out that…"
Strictly speaking, a pair of reporters working for the Knight-Ridder newspaper chain broke the story. But how'd they find out the information in the first place?
The answer, of course, was that the Republicans' infamous "dirty tricks" operatives. Confidential medical records were stolen by Nixon's henchmen and leaked. But now that's just history.
The death last week of former Missouri Senator Thomas Eagleton, was marked by obituaries notable for what they didn't say.
In what became known as "The Eagleton Affair," Eagleton got dumped as the 1972 Democratic nominee for Vice President when it emerged that he had checked himself into the hospital for psychiatric treatment, including shock treatment, during the 1960s, due to "nervous exhaustion." In this age of pop psychiatry and Prozac, it's hard to believe that a political career would suffer much by such a revelation. In 1972, however, it was enough to force George McGovern to cut him loose.
Media accounts, including in such relatively liberal outlets as NPR and PBS, mentioned the revelation of Eagleton's psychiatric treatment in the passive voice: "When it was revealed that…" "When it came out that…"
Strictly speaking, a pair of reporters working for the Knight-Ridder newspaper chain broke the story. But how'd they find out the information in the first place?
The answer, of course, was that the Republicans' infamous "dirty tricks" operatives. Confidential medical records were stolen by Nixon's henchmen and leaked. But now that's just history.
The Times' Jihad Against Hugo Chávez
You'd think the New York Times would feel a little sheepish about the President of Venezuela. After all, the Times didn't exactly cover itself with glory when, the day after a bumbling U.S.-backed junta overthrew the democratically elected socialist leader, it not only editorialized in favor of the coup but ran suspiciously lengthy and well-prepared puff pieces about the businessmen who carried it off. (Three days later, the junta guys were in jail, never again to be mentioned in the Newspaper of Record.)
You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.
Today's Times continues the paper's five-year campaign to depose Chávez were it directed at more worthy political leaders like, say, Islam "Boiling Prisoners R Us" Karimov of Uzbekistan, a key U.S. ally in the War of Terror.
"If your taste runs to three-hour speeches, chiseling away at democracy and a world-class personality cult, Mr. Chávez is your man," the paper's editorial says. Why do the editors resent Venezuelan president's alleged longwindedness so much? Do they pay their Latin American reporters by the hour to transcribe his addresses? As for the "personality cult," well—as they said in the hood ten years ago, check yourself. Only in the United States and especially in the Times, every presidential fart rates a front-page story. When I called a Times editor on his paper's sycophancy at the height of Judy Miller's reign of WMD error, he replied: "The President of the United States controls the armies and navies and the world's biggest economy. Whatever he says is, by definition, news." News, in this case, = lies. But I digress.
But here's the real howler: "Concern over the popularity of Fidel Castro inspired the pro-democracy, pro-development policies of the Alliance for Progress during the Kennedy and Johnson administrations, one of the happier periods of inter-American relations."
The period between 1961 and 1969 might be known for some happy developments—the miniskirt, for example—but citing it as a zenith of U.S.-Latin America relations is nothing short of hilarious. One only has to read ex-CIA agent Philip Agee's expose "Inside the Company"—a catalog of sleazy attempts, some successful, others not—to manipulate the internal politics of South American and Central American nations to the economic and ideological interest of the U.S., or more specifically, American right-wingers and their allies in business. It is not something we want, or should want, to replicate.
You'd think the New York Times would feel a little sheepish about the President of Venezuela. After all, the Times didn't exactly cover itself with glory when, the day after a bumbling U.S.-backed junta overthrew the democratically elected socialist leader, it not only editorialized in favor of the coup but ran suspiciously lengthy and well-prepared puff pieces about the businessmen who carried it off. (Three days later, the junta guys were in jail, never again to be mentioned in the Newspaper of Record.)
You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.
Today's Times continues the paper's five-year campaign to depose Chávez were it directed at more worthy political leaders like, say, Islam "Boiling Prisoners R Us" Karimov of Uzbekistan, a key U.S. ally in the War of Terror.
"If your taste runs to three-hour speeches, chiseling away at democracy and a world-class personality cult, Mr. Chávez is your man," the paper's editorial says. Why do the editors resent Venezuelan president's alleged longwindedness so much? Do they pay their Latin American reporters by the hour to transcribe his addresses? As for the "personality cult," well—as they said in the hood ten years ago, check yourself. Only in the United States and especially in the Times, every presidential fart rates a front-page story. When I called a Times editor on his paper's sycophancy at the height of Judy Miller's reign of WMD error, he replied: "The President of the United States controls the armies and navies and the world's biggest economy. Whatever he says is, by definition, news." News, in this case, = lies. But I digress.
But here's the real howler: "Concern over the popularity of Fidel Castro inspired the pro-democracy, pro-development policies of the Alliance for Progress during the Kennedy and Johnson administrations, one of the happier periods of inter-American relations."
The period between 1961 and 1969 might be known for some happy developments—the miniskirt, for example—but citing it as a zenith of U.S.-Latin America relations is nothing short of hilarious. One only has to read ex-CIA agent Philip Agee's expose "Inside the Company"—a catalog of sleazy attempts, some successful, others not—to manipulate the internal politics of South American and Central American nations to the economic and ideological interest of the U.S., or more specifically, American right-wingers and their allies in business. It is not something we want, or should want, to replicate.
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