Skimming through The Toronto Star (and Sickle) is the prime source of my inspiration today. The paper differs from NOW in that I genuinely get my blood pressure up when sludging through each section. The limousine liberal world view is infused in practically every article and garbed with a pompous air of considered respectability.In all honesty, no one takes NOW seriously, and if I am honest with myself, it is really an all too easy target.
On the other hand the star, whose pretense and mediocrity are highlighted in the banal pieces of Rosie Dimmano, their-jack-of-all trades columnist, are an all together different matter. I say this given that she has no discernible 'beat' and pretty much writes whatever is on her peanut gallery mind at the moment. Why she is given such plum assignments is beyond me. Her mild flair for description and the obvious would place her in the bottom rung of columnists south of the border. Yet time and again, we here her run of the mill musings on everything from sporting events to international affairs.
Presently in Lybia, the Star's resident housewife-with-an-english-degree has the opportunity to recount for us firsthand battle for Tripoli. I can't wait for the gritty, in the trenches dispatch full of insight into the inner workings and progress of the resistance... Riiiight.
My opinion is confirmed with a harrowing, half-page account of the brave anti-Gadhafi.... cartoonists (!) drawing caricatures (!!) who are making a real difference in the resistance(!!!). I feel for you Rosie, it can't be easy trying to scrape together a story from the safety of your hotel bar.
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