Daily Archives: August 3, 2007

When his lips are moving

“New York: Hello, Mr. Broder. Thanks for taking my question. In a recent Washington Post op-ed ,I read that reporters use anonymous sources to “expose government malfeasance” and “gross abuses of power” -? which makes a federal shield law important. But these days, at least on the level of the national political press, anonymity is used in that way in a tiny minority of cases. In the vast majority of instances, anonymity has a far different and far less noble purpose — to enable our most powerful political officials to spread pro-government claims, information and propaganda through the media without any accountability. Do you think those types of sources need the same protection as whistleblowers — and if so, why?
David S. Broder: You make a very good point. It is contrary to Post policy and to my personal policy to allow anonymous government officials to spread propaganda without attribution. That is very different from the whisteleblower situation; one is deserving of protection; the other is not.”

Therefore the rag he writes for — a BushCo. Sock Puppet Supreme — deserves no protection.

But then neither does anyone else.

Hey, let’s sing a chorus of Dean Broder’s second favorite song!

“When I was a tiny tot
Of maybe two or three
I can still remember what
My mother said to me…
Place rose colored glasses on your nose
And you will see the robins
Not the crows
For in this tense and tangled web
Our weary lives may weave
you’re so much better off
if you believe…
That there’s a little bit of good
In everyone
In everyone you’ll ever know
Yes, there’s a little bit of good
In everyone
Though many times, it doesn’t show
It only takes the taking time
With one another
For under every mean veneer
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking…
for that bit of good in everyone
The ones we call bad
Are never all bad
So try to find that little bit of good!
Just a little, little bit of good
Is someone warm and dear
Keep looking…
For that little good in everyone
Although you meet rats
They’re not complete rats
So try to find that little bit of good!

And now here’s his first —

“He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me but it didn’t hurt me
He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That I’d been with someone new
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew he loved me
Cause if he didn’t care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit me and I was glad
Baby won’t you stay…
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew I loved him
Cause when he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is
He hit me and he made me feel
Baby won’t you stay…”