Sunday Bloody NYT Sunday: Special Thomas Friedman Almost Writes A Tolerable Column Edition
You know without having us here to explain the New York Times at you that today's edition is pretty much wall-to-wall where is the missing plane and the seething slow menace that is Russia's machinations in Ukraine, complete with some old-school Stalinist hoping and gloating that could have been written 50 years ago.
As Russia and the United States drift toward a rupture over Crimea, the Stalinist writer Aleksandr A. Prokhanov feels that his moment has finally arrived.
“I am afraid that I am interested in a cold war with the West,” said Mr. Prokhanov, 76, in a lull between interviews on state-controlled television and radio. “I was very patient. I waited for 20 years. I did everything I could so that this war would begin. I worked day and night.”
It's good to have goals, isn't it? Most of us haven't made it our life's work to drag the world back into the quiet yet inexorable awful that was the nuclear standoff era, but hey! To each his own. OK, not really.
Fred Phelps has created his own hell, and through the magic of the internet, forced the rest of us to visit it.
Jesus. And I thought keeping track of quantum mechanics was hard.