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Slipping Beneath The Waves

Apparently the rats forgot to bail.

When the International Olympic Committee voted against Chicago’s bid for the 2016 Olympics this morning — after the President and First Lady flew to Copenhagen to push for it in person — the Weekly Standard newsroom burst into applause.

“Cheers erupt at Weekly Standard world headquarters,” wrote editor John McCormack in a post titled “Chicago Loses! Chicago Loses!”

The line was quickly removed, but ThinkProgress caught it in time and posted a screenshot of the post.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all. Tomorrow I would imagine they will all be in awe, standing outside watching the sun rise.

I originally logged in to dial back on my media diatribes, after all it was a pretty wide brush I was using, and I am somewhat aware of the real life realities of having a job, and having to do as you are asked to do by superiors. Obviously my attitude is not conducive to a wide range of that sort of behavior.

I would be lying if I didn’t admit to challenging more than one CEO or general foreman during the inevitable speech to the entire company explaining that there was a necessary reduction of force, due to circumstances beyond their control. I make more lists that way.

Anyway, the ninety percent of you journalists deserve an apology, which you aren’t going to get from me, but I’ll keep my eyes open for someone apologizing and pass it along. I figure five percent of you are deadwood and ought to write that novel you have in you. The other five percent are probably beyond redemption as far as journalistic integrity is concerned anyway, after all that wasn’t what got you where you are anyway, is it?

The upside to forgiving my ass is that you ought to be able to forgive just about anything anyone, especially those close to you, has done, or does in the future to offend you. But you need not thank me for pushing your level of tolerance and understanding to a higher level. Watching and listening to you is its’ own reward. I might ought to charge you for taking your thin skinned asses to a new level of alligator hide.

Of course the other ten percent of you can just kiss my ass and we’ll call it even.

We Are Stumbled, But Not Cast Down, We Are Cast Down, But Not Destroyed

I had hoped to leave my story for a later time, and perhaps a better venue, but circumstances have lead me to believe that this venue will do the most good for other people still suffering from alcoholism, and as importantly, serve as warning to those who may not have yet gone over the edge. One can hope.

For those of you uninitiated to the mind warp of my peculiar addiction all I can tell you is that my story is peculiar to me, and while I think other addictions may be similar I don’t have any other than cigarettes, and so cannot speak to any other addictions, nor tell anyone else’s story. It won’t be an exclusive undertaking, but it will be the main one.

This decision has been prompted by recent events that have caused me to loose a great deal of respect for television journalism, and the companies that employ them. There are individuals that I have not, and other than being clueless to what is happening with the remote, does not include the locals unless they have sat on their asses in the peanut gallery cheering the nationals on. Nuff said.

At any rate, this is one of the most, or had been one of the most dangerous times in my recovery in my own mind, which is where it all is after all, and I had mentioned that to the wife not a month ago or so. Some of the most helpful people to me in the program crashed and burned at this stage of recovery. So nice try boys, and girls, and in order not to offend anyone else, may He Who Causes To Be bring your own designs down on your own heads.

The rest of you, with your indulgences, are invited into the rabbit hole. As for the previous desire to leave the day to day behind I am convinced that now is not the time. I will be shifting gears, hopefully, so as not to make non politicians cringe. I’m not interested in busting the balls of journalists either. Most of you do a pretty decent job, IMHO, even on FOX, but I have concluded that the telling of the story is only a front for YOU telling the story. I can only tell you people, go get a job.