Sheldon Rampton and John Stauber, “Weapons of Mass Deception: The Uses of Propaganda in Bush’s War on Iraq”
I think I’ve explained how I do the majority of my writing. I’m from the old school Hemingway tactic, meaning I sit in front of my keyboard with a cigarette, a big glass of whiskey and my misogyny, and then I’m ready to write in short sentences throughout the evening.
Well, I’ve been typing a lot lately, so I guess this shouldn’t be surprising. What happened is I had my glass, and in the middle of a paragraph, I stopped to reach down to refill. I pulled up one of those CostCo sized bottles of Jim Beam, all 1.75 liters of whiskey, and noticed the bottle was empty. So I reached down again and grabbed a different bottle, which also happened to be empty.
On the fourth try, I finally got a bottle that was actually worth something to me, and by that, I should point out that empty whiskey bottles have no redemption value.
That’s when I realized that I might have a problem. And so, here and now, I’m baring my soul.
I think I type too much.
