Diary of a Mad County

Jan. 10-Jan. 16

If we continue, there will be no doubt in my mind and in the mind of the world that we have no honorable intentions in Vietnam. If we do not stop our war against the people of Vietnam immediately, the world will be left with no other alternative than to see this as some horrible, clumsy, and deadly game we have decided to play.

The world now demands a maturity of America that we may not be able to achieve. It demands that we admit that we have been wrong from the beginning of our adventure in Vietnam, that we have been detrimental to the life of the Vietnamese people. The situation is one in which we must be ready to turn sharply from our present ways. In order to atone for our sins and errors in Vietnam, we should take the initiative in bringing a halt to this tragic war. 

Tuesday, Jan. 16 The Register, which has been a race baiter, a Pulitzer Prize winnerand a home to race-baiting letter writers, can add a new moniker: cautionary tale. An article in today's Washington Post describes the Reg as emblematic of much that's wrong with the newspaper industry. Problem number one: they publish newspapers. Let's see, there are the bickering Hoiles offspring that sold off the paper to private interests in order to make a quick buck. There are those private interests—Providence Equity Partners and Blackstone Group—that are paid a quarterly dividend so that even though the paper isn't technically vulnerable to the pressures of being a publicly traded company, for all intents and purposes it is. That pressure has led to layoffs and the birth of OC Post, which the Washington Post describes as "bite-sized"—that being a term of endearment for "air-popped" and "short on news, facts, perspective," which apparently is a good thing since the article quotes one focus group member saying he likes OC Post because it doesn't have "nine paragraphs of useless stuff." Those would be words.

SLOWERY@OCWEEKLY.COM

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