God, hes left as on aur oun.
Nyekultyurni.
Which is what I say when what I really want to say is “Fisk this, motherfuckers.” —I’ve been spending too much time at Making Light, but Teresa’s on a roll, and I need to know someone else gives a fuck, and thank God, they do. Quite a lot of us do.
Doc Searls has sketched out on the back of a virtual envelope some bare bones toward starting to make a gesture resembling a stab at setting right what little we can. Somebody want to get this onto Tony Blair’s desk? He, at least, seems yet capable of some small shame.
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