Today was the last day of the Republican National Convention. I’ve spent the last week watching the media watch the protesters slowly ripen in the Florida sun, then hurry back to television studios to transform images of the sad, stinking, minuscule, drum-banging, shouting debacle into images of noble massings of freedom fighters — using no tool other than the magic of media bias.
Much of this bias depends upon behaving as if the protesters are victims, rather than instigators of violence and authors of every last one of their own problems. The New Yorker’s Nathaniel Stein wins the prize for the most fictional imagining of non-existent police cruelty. I have not and will not be reading Fifty Shades of Grey, but Stein’s whiney attempt at protester pathos certainly sounds like it — sounds like channeling cheap S & M porn. That is the really offensive thing: how the protesters are exhibitionists; how they force the rest of us to deal with them acting out on the streets. ...
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