My past Sundays were often built around your shows. In Portland-unless there is sports or other special programming interruptions-we can have it all. Face the Nation at 8:30; Meet the Press at 9:00; and This Week at 10:00. We don’t have to choose. Before 11 rolled around yesterday I was praying for a sports interruption.
The Newt Gingrich/Howard Dean face-off on This Week was good. Watching Newt defend Sara Palin’s death panel comment left me amazed and sick-I couldn’t quite decide. Howard Dean gave a strong, on-point performance. I was puzzled, George, that some of your questions and set ups for discussion misidentified Dean’s current organizational connections. Even after he corrected you, you still incorrectly stated he was airing ads aimed at conservative Democrats. But given the guest segments on all the other shows Dean/Gingrich was a stand out.
Much of what I’ve found most helpful on past shows comes from discussions by panels of journalists, pundits and political operatives. Perspective is clearly included in the opinions. Often I disagree. Yet I find illumination. Increasingly you are standing my world on its head.
Consider the health care debate. With democracy under attack by organized thugs taking over town halls, with Republican leaders mouthing lies conjured up in strategy plans written by health insurance special interest groups, with a former Vice Presidential candidate actually claiming health reform will bring “death panels,” you all manage to avoid even naming reality. Hello darkness.
In the early years of America, journalism was practiced by a very large variety of local publications. Nearly all reflected a political perspective, but choice was abundant. Reading blogs on the Internet is technology taking us back to the future. Of course there is a downside. But we don’t have to settle for information from sources without the eyes to see or the ears to hear. The health care debate is only the latest sad example.
Ah Bob, David and George, you seem headed toward sharing the fate of today’s newspapers. God I miss Walter Cronkite.
