Zoom Call Will Be Sunday Sept 8. 12 Noon EDT
For Paid Subscribers But Willing To Comp People If They Need It
I said “maybe” the Zoom call would be Saturday, when I did not know it was Friday (yesterday.)
Sorry.
I’ve been writing this morning about the Alt. Right Media Russian money (laundering) story. It was really misery-inducing.
All kinds of bats came flying out;
I was angry and victim-ey, which is hideous.
But the story the bats were trying to tell before I chased them all out was a two generational kind of Steinbeck saga about journalism, money, class, and what I call the profession’s taboo “underbelly.” The real stuff, the ugly stuff.
As a result, I’m in a low mood.
Lots of bottled up anger, and fresh rounds of anger after my recent round of trying to report on the Reiner situation, and— most bruisingly of all—being slapped down while offering guests on the subject to some major Alt Media outlets. I’ve worked hard for this one particular outlet, in the past, and now I’m ghosted. Because as a member of the servant class, I was not supposed to object to how I was treated.
How To Recover
Looks like all you innocent people will pay the price for The Rudeness Of Others.
Expect a flurry of posts about etiquette, media, radio manners, how I believe people should behave when somebody is acting as their unpaid producer or booking agent, and so on. I’m angrier than I can recall being in ages.
Is anybody here interested in a discussion about manners?
This is how polite my father was, (but he was a Southerner:)
I would like another 24 hours to locate structure and purpose for the call.
I don’t think it’s a good idea, or fair, to just “hang out.”
Perhaps I can arrange a guest.
Grumpily,
C
You are a courageous inspiration, Celia; we all "have your back," for whatever that may be worth. Rally this morning, dear, strong Celia -- we need you! A little vignette for you, in hopes that it brings a smile: My mom, who was widowed at age thirty-three, and raised me with the help of her mother, who had been deafened (by a botched throat operation, in the late 1890's) absolutely adored WOR, and --most especially -- your dad's wonderful program, and "Long John" Nebel. To this day (I'm now seventy-five), the David Rose version of "Forbidden Planet" brings a tear, and goose bumps. My childhood home, out in Blue Point (L.I.) was so small that I shared a double bed with my mom until I was a teen, when my grandma's bedroom became vacant (due to her having to go into a nursing home.) Needless to say, my mom's lifelong insomnia caused the nights of my youth to be a blur of dreams, carried along by your dad's voice, and the strings of the Rose orchestra!
Hi Celia, I hope it goes well. I am on holiday in the Amalfi Coast in Ravello, Italy, with my 92-year-old mom. We will be sight-seeing at the time of your Zoom call. Thank you for the insightful analysis and questions you offer here on The Truth Barrier. It is a lifeline.