I was at an office lunch yesterday. We were at a large hotel and from my vantage point in the restaurant, looking across the expanse of the busy first floor and lobby, I could see three different televisions, all huge. I was somewhat cheered that only one was tuned to Fox but watching them during the hour and half we sat there, I couldn’t push down one of the recurring depressing thoughts I can’t ever seem to lose: It didn’t have to come to this.
Two, three, even four years ago, what we needed to know was there, some of it at least, it was right in front of us. About the economy, certainly much of it was apparent to those who cared to know. Also about the war(s), about torture. It’s not about lack of information, and it’s not just about lack of curiosity, it’s the fucking lack of thevalidity of curiosity.
You all know this. Of course this isn’t wildly original thought on my part. But it’s one of the places I revisit too often, like when I watched this interview with Eliot Spitzer.