Wednesday, February 5, 2014

HOW REMARKABLE

Even the writers of the New York Times find it embarrassing to read. And turgid. And dogmatic. I got tired of the Communist Manifesto the first time I read it. I can't imagine reading it again. And again.

4 comments:

Buck said...

This article appeared the day after I finally succumbed to the NYT's incessant spamming and bought a 12-week subscription for five bucks. The typical response applies here: "No excuse, sir."

HMS Defiant said...

Oh dear. It comes in a flaming blue distinctive wrapper! All your neighbors are going to know!! Try to bear up manfully.

Honestly, I used to read it every Sunday for years and years since it was, before the internets, the most efficient source of news from the far flung reaches but Oh God, the editorials were so awful and most of the articles were written by out and out communists who made it plain as hell that they'd round me up first thing and throw me in a concentration camp when they took power. Once I started going to Del Mar for my morning coffee and found that they had some really wonderful free Beach City newspapers I stopped buying the NYT and never looked back.

Buck said...

I bought the e-subscription... we're so far back in the woods that NO paper is actually delivered -- they come by mail (which is why I cancelled my WSJ subscription when I moved here all these years ago; who needs two day old news?).

I too read the Sunday Times as a sort of ritual when I lived in the Bay Area... and I actually enjoyed it, as long as I skipped over the Op-Ed pages very lightly.

HMS Defiant said...

Ah. Good. At least you'll be spared the pitying stares from your neighbors...

You guys probably always had the news. All my time at sea and much of my time on deployments after I didn't. I bought and took with me a short wave radio to tune in the BBC but even in the middle of the Indian Ocean we had an SPS-40 radar sweeping the skies and that monster harshed the hell out of short waves bands from the front, both side lobes and the back end. One couldn't actually hear the news from the BBC unless the damned thing was shut off... Our news was usually 4 or 6 pages of teletype on yellow roll paper that was passed around every day or so. Newspapers were a thing of the past.