Needless to say, Ted Rall is an automatic Barf Alert. He blathers on a while about how bloggers are dominated by the "radical" right, and should not be permitted, but cannot bring himself to advocate limits on speech.
Watchin' the watchdogs.....Its working! They're starting to crack.....they've admitted our strength....they can't control us....(stoopid libs)
Ted Rall: "Take me seriously -- I'm an overrated cartoonist."
Exactly where MSM used to be and would like to be again. Yhe guy goes out of his way to trash bloggers because the only way to keep from getting exposed by them is to substantiate your story. I can see where this would prove to be a handicap for the MSM...
He writes naked in his basement.
You just made me realize that I'd not heard or seen his name in quite some time.
All in all.. I think we should keep it that way.. Let him rant in a vacuum...
This article reads like a child throwing an enormous hissy-fit tantrum on the floor complete with kicking feet and pounding fists! Hahaha.
I read it. Perhaps he should consider just sticking to cartoons.
Who watches Rall?
Ted Rall is a bitter angry man.
Since their authority and dominance has been questioned, that is "since when". Ted Rall and his ilk can forget it: their ability to shape the entire debate is gone forever.
"Meat The Press" by Steve Taylor
In a ninety-floor Manhattan address
Lives a watchdog called the National Press
And around his collar's written the line
"The Protector Of Our Hearts And Minds"
Hark! Hark! The dog will bark
And we believe this hierarch
But read between the lines and see
This dog's been barking up the wrong tree
CHORUS
Meat The Press
Meat The Press
Meat The Press
Meat The Press
When the ratings point the camera's eye
They can state the facts while telling a lie
And the watchdog shows to the viewers at ten
He's a bloodhound with a pad and pen
Can't pin the blame--he's out of reach
Just call the dog "His Royal Leech"
We held the rights for heaven's sake
'Til we gave this sucker an even break
(CHORUS)
When the godless chair the judgment seat
We can thank the godless media elite
They can silence those who fall from their grace
With a note that says "we haven't the space"
Well lookee there--the dog's asleep
Whenever we march or say a peep
A Christian can't get equal time
Unless he's a looney committing a crime
Listen up if you've got ears
I'm tired of condescending sneers
I've got a dog who smells a fight
And he still believes in wrong and right
He never fails to piss me off.