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POSTED: Wednesday, August 13, 2014, 10:05 PM
A member of the St. Louis County Police Department points his weapon in the direction of a group of protesters in Ferguson, Mo. on Wednesday, Aug. 13, 2014. On Saturday, Aug. 9, 2014, a white police officer fatally shot Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager, in the St. Louis suburb. (AP Photo/Jeff Roberson)

The tear gas was practically still in the air in the fall of 1968 when the National Commission on the Causes and Prevention of Violence -- yes, that was a thing -- formed a working group to probe the civil disorder that had just occurred at that year's Democratic National Convention in Chicago. It was there, some will recall, that police in baby blue helmets clubbed and dragged bloodied anti-war protesters through the streets, while TV viewers looked on and crowds chanted, "The whole world is watching." To describe the incomprehensible scenes, the so-called Walker Commission coined a new term. They called it a "police riot."

There's been no police riot in Ferguson, Mo. -- not yet anyway (and hopefully never). But what is happening in the working class suburb just outside of St. Louis is, in some ways, far worse. A tense situation in the aftermath of Saturday's fatal shooting by a police officer of an unarmed college-bound 18-year-old named Mike Brown has been made much more tense, night after night, by brutal, bone-headed policing that makes one wonder if Birmingham's brutal Bull Connor has been re-animated.

I thought I was losing my capacity to be shocked -- but events in Missouri over just the last couple of hours have crossed a frightening line, one that makes me pray that this assault on fundamental American values is just the aberration of one rudderless Heartland community, and not the first symptoms of nation gone mad with high-tech weaponry to keep its own citizens in line.

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POSTED: Wednesday, August 13, 2014, 5:57 PM

As someone said on Twitter, baseball is becoming the newspapers of professional sports. The customers are getting older rapidly, and the ratings/(circulation) has plummeted by half -- at least for events like the World Series, which (usually) don't involve your hometown team. People do love their hometown team, at least when they're playing well -- which is why Philadelphia didn't even notice from 2007-11 that baseball was waning elsewhere. And local TV contracts are keeping many franchises rich -- but for how long? Keith Olbermann did a spot-on piece on this (watch below). The only spot where I differ is that Keith looks for something to blame, and he singles out interleague play, which I agree has clearly lost its luster.  I just don't think there's any magic moment where you could have altered the trend line...just like newspapers.

Times change. Period.

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POSTED: Tuesday, August 12, 2014, 4:01 PM

The (soon-to-be-Pulitzer-Prize-winning) photo from Ferguson by Whitney Curtis for the New York Times is worth 1,000 words.

Light content as I work on a couple of stories for the ol' newspaper.

UPDATE: Good analysis of the picture from Josh Marshall.

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POSTED: Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:47 PM
Shot of downtown Ashbury Park, world capitol of jornalistic innnovation

It's hard to beleive, but I'm coming up later this month on my 12th anniversery as a blogger -- dating to August 2004. My first 'blog" (the term is short for "Internet blog") was called Campaign Extra! and it was strictley devoted to politics, so the first few posts captured all the excitement of that summer's Democratic convention in Kansas City, where the party nominated Michael Dukakis to run against the eventually winner, George Wilson Bush, or, as most Americans came to know him, "G."

The following year, 2006, came this blog, Attywood. The rooster of subjects expanded, but as Lead Zeppelin famously sang, the song stayed pretty much the same. The goal was still to get the news and unbiased commentary to you, the utilizer of news, as rapidly as possible -- without the interruption of flow caused by editers. I quickly learnt that nothing was lost by elminating the centerman, as they say in the business world, and something important was gained: Fastness.

Freed from the messy act of intercourse with my editors, who waste literally years with their insistance on dotting every "t" and crossing every "i" meant that I had more time to write about more things -- some of which I knew a lot about and some of which about I literally knew nothing at all. It was a win-victory situation for everyone! And if I made the occasional act of not getting something right (like, apparently our 37th president, George Herman Wilson Bush, was not an original cast member of "Our Gang," although I still haven't had time to double-check that on Wikipedia), you the consumerist will let me know!

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POSTED: Monday, August 11, 2014, 3:23 PM

I contend that the cry of "black power" is, at bottom, a reaction to the reluctance of white power to make the kind of changes necessary to make justice a reality for the Negro. I think that we've got to see that a riot is the language of the unheard.

-- Dr. Martin Luther King, Sept. 27, 1966.

Unfortunately I can't embed it, but the entire interview with CBS' Mike Wallace is fascinating. Watch it here.

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POSTED: Sunday, August 10, 2014, 8:46 PM
Protestors confront police during an impromptu rally, Sunday, Aug. 10, 2014 to protest the shooting of Michael Brown, 18, by police in Ferguson, Mo. on Saturday. Brown died following a confrontation with police, according to St. Louis County Police Chief Jon Belmar, who spoke at a news conference Sunday. The protesters rallied in front of the police and fire departments in Ferguson following Belmar's news conference. (AP Photo/Sid Hastings)

It didn't take long for the gunmen to return to the scene of the crime. And when they came back, to say they were armed to the teeth would be an understatement. Some rolled through the streets of a working-class American suburb in an armored personnel carrier, while others clutched onto to ferocious dogs that kept the citizens of the town at bay. The images were frightening -- as if Bull Connor's henchmen in Birmingham's civil rights struggles of 1963 had been dropped into the geographic center of America 51 years later -- but the militarized cops of Ferguson, Mo., accomplished their mission.

They kept the public from getting the answers they need, the answers they deserve.

Why was yet another unarmed young black man -- this one just 18 -- shot and killed? Why did it have to be a solid kid like Mike Brown, a young man who made it through high school and was supposed to start his college classes tomorrow morning? When is excessive police force in this country -- which is clearly unchecked and out-of-control -- finally going to be reigned in, in a land that pledges allegiance to liberty and justice for all?

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POSTED: Sunday, August 10, 2014, 5:58 PM
An F/A-18C Hornet coming from Iraq lands on the flight deck of the U.S. Navy aircraft carrier USS George H.W. Bush on Sunday, Aug. 10, 2014 in the Persian Gulf. Aircrafts aboard the George H.W. Bush are flying missions over Iraq after U.S. President Barack Obama authorized airstrikes against Islamic militants and food drops for Iraqis trapped by the fighters. (AP Photo/Hasan Jamali)

...of life if you're the president of the United States, apparently. I guess we still are the world's policeman.

More to come on the police...soon.

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POSTED: Wednesday, August 6, 2014, 8:57 PM
As seen on TV: President Richard M. Nixon.

Forty years ago this Friday, President Richard Nixon black and white.

At least, he did in my house in Don Draper's old stomping grounds of Chilmark, on a small, fuzzy black and white TV set that we propped up on the big living room windowsill. We actually had a color TV down in the family room -- it was where I saw the Mets win the '69 World Series and hippies get beat up by cops in '68 (I still root for the hippies, even as I abandoned the Mets years ago) -- but it hadn't worked for a couple of years, as my parents were either too stretched for cash or too preoccupied with the Updikian suburban angst of the early 1970s to fix it.

1974 was like that. It was the most apocalyptic year I have ever lived through. The high crimes and misdemeanors of the Watergate scandal and the looming implosion of the 37th American presidency was something of a dark abyss, just like the Sunday about nine months earlier when my dad and I drove into the center of Briarcliff Manor and sat, about 20th or so, in a long line of cars desperate for just a few gallons of gasoline. No one knew what was on the other side of the precipice. I was only 15 and the America I'd been born into -- the nation that my grade-school textbook depicted as a friendly beat cop, "the world's policeman" -- was now broken and for a time seemed no closer to the cosmic repair shop than our white-elephant color TV downstairs.

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