It's what's for election season.
- So Uncle Jeff thinks blocking his editorial staff from making an endorsement in this election cycle is appropriate, that what "presidential endorsements actually do is create a perception of bias — a perception of non-independence" [punctuation from transcript corrected], does he? Really? Perhaps he might have had some ground to stand on if he had announced this as a "new policy" when he bought the paper over a decade ago. In the same interview, he admitted that the timing was wrong. The current-events moment to have made this announcement was in the days after Harris was selected as the Democratic nominee, at which time that itself (a major-party nominee who was a last-minute substitute) would have been appropriate cover. But noooooooo, he had to wait until his editorial board had already prepared the endorsement and was only hours from actually announcing it.
Bluntly, media moguls are corrupt assholes with massive conflicts of interest. Virtually all of them — even those with whom I (occasionally or even largely) agree. At least Bezos isn't starting a war, right? Well, maybe lending credence to a potential civil war — because he's wrong. Some undecided voters will "go[] with Newspaper A's endorsement," and even those who don't will get further education because in this media environment, "source reliability and verification" really does matter. Once upon a time, the WaPo stood for being a civic fucking watchdog; I can't say that any more. (And get rid of the paywall on the front page — if you aspire to being "the paper of record," you've got to be of record.)
- Over the weekend, I snidely remarked on whether A Certain Candidate is a fascist, concluding that the evidence of significant personality disorders may indicate otherwise. That doesn't exclude anything regarding his "friends," however; some of them almost certainly are fascists (or at least fascist-adjacent), in a way that should inform your vote. Any rumors that Leni Riefenstahl was the program director for last weekend's Four Hours of Hate are only implausible because she's long dead.
- Phew. That bloated sausage sure requires a palate cleanser! How about arts stuff? Like my natural habitat: Libraries. Turning more to intellectual property, chair designs from outside the EU must be given full copyright protection, and it appears that at least in France there shall be no market for second-hand "licensed" computer games. A little closer to home, it looks like I was right but for the wrong reasons about the Copyright Claims Board: Right that it wouldn't prove helpful to "small" claimants, but because it's largely not being used (not, as I had predicted, because it was inundated by porn purveyors). But away from IP itself, consider toxic fandom as described by a leading object of mindless fanboy worship (and fandom for Alan Moore has a very distinctly male aspect). OK, OK, that still leaves a rather nasty aftertaste…
- … so let's try a different palate-cleanser. While driving to the pharmacy in Seattle rain after lunch today, I was listening to the local NPR station's broadcast of the BBC News Hour. The main story was about climate-change-caused drought/flood alternations. The announcer plugged BBC's new Life at 50 Degrees series — just as I passed a bank's time-and-temperature display flashing "Temp 50". They're both right: Neither of them designate units…