I cannot blog what I don’t know. I need news. God help me I need media.
In Portland Oregon I was part of a continuous consciousness. A cosmic constant of information. All around me data was ripening on vines and waiting to be plucked.
Here no one asks me if I heard how the vote came down on such and such bill or wants to discuss the comments made by General so and so. I don’t know much about the radical right’s insane assault on SCHIP families. For the first time in my politically aware life I have to seek the information that upsets me. This begs the question: will I?
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