You say you want a revolution.
The uprising in Burma-Myanmar reached a fevered pitch this week and reminded us of
how important blogging can be. Citizen journalists on the ground reported on skirmishes and posted graphic pictures of death and bloodshed as photographers were cut down by gunfire and monks were killed, beaten, corralled and confined. We may choose not to react, or we may find ourselves impotent against a far off military regime, but we cannot claim ignorance. When the junta cut Internet access I really felt their pain. I am tethered to the Internet at least six hours a day and life without it seems inconceivable. When Myanmar blogs went black it was a cruel reminder that there are still places in the world that can enslave its people and prevent the rest of humanity from peering in. See the rest of the story on Strumpette.
The uprising in Burma-Myanamar has legs, as they say. It could well prove a turning point in the sad history of that country, or it may preclude another 1988-style mass killing. Like many previous disasters, the best raw news and pctures, and some videos, are coming from citizen journalists and bloggers. Many Myanmar bloggers are well established sources, others are proving to be adept aggregators. One thing they have in common, they all depend on the Internet. There are many reports that the government has cut phone and Internet access. Some report that there is strife within the junta and the military is split into factions fighting itself.
Today, the recently elected Vice Premier of the Peoples Republic of the Bronx declared Hugo Chavez Day on February 15, 2008, which is expected to be the coldest day of the winter season in the fledgling republic. To celebrate the tethering of Venezuela with its semi-autonomous New York borough, Venezuelan officials took out a full page ad yesterday in The New York Times (left).
one for four as the Yanquis crushed the Devil Rays on their way to clinching a playoff berth for the 13th consecutive season. ”Yes, Hugo will be here for the celebration. And he has promised to kiss a black baby and wear his red shirt!”
To tase, the taser, and now, taser this: suddenly became part of the popular vernacular through the “Don’t tase me bro” ravings of a
اليوم الإثنيل السوق أمس بسبب إجازة اليوم الوطني؛ لتواصل السوق حركتها داخل


It is the U.N. that brings this particular terrorist thug to New York, and we should be thankful for all the terrorist thugs we have drawn to our great city over the years because of the U.N. They force us to confront our fears, measure ourselves against our enemies, question our values. And they offer unbeatable international life-or-death theatre that is tinged with a New York flavor. Idi Amin, Hugo Chavez, Nikita Kruschev, Yasser Arafat have all performed here on the Great White Way of Sabre Rattling Propaganda.
You get jaded living in New York but still, it is not every day that the President of Iran comes to your neighborhood. This is the holocaust-denying, America hating, nuke bomb building, evil, despicable madman who was denied entrance to ground zero (“Access of Evil” decried the NY Post ) and should rot in hell, according to a vocal contingent of politicians, religious groups, self-righteous academics and others who want to draw a line in the sand where free speech begins and ends. They are appalled that we should hear whatever evil sputum might dribble from Ahmadinejad’s mouth and insist he should be denied any opportunity to speak to us directly.
