Raking Muck in the Third Millenium

I used to have a sign over my desk in a newspaper office long ago, in Gothic script it read Rake Some Muck Today. In today's world, raking muck is something of a lost art. I may not be able to singlehandedly bring it back, but this is a start.

08 October 2009

Tweety birds

It's gone too far. I, reluctantly, joined Facebook as well as Care2, a community for Environmental Bolsheviks. But I have resisted LinkedIn and certainly Twitter. 140 characters. Good grief. Anyone who has had to edit a decent news story down to so few words it no longer says anything is repulsed by the idea of condensing life's little moments down to a few probably not so well-chosen words. I've said before I don't care what Wolf Blitzer does in the few seconds a day he's not on the air. But now, Twitter has reached it's lowest possible moment. A woman Tweeted her circle that she was having a miscarriage and she was glad because she would have had to go out of state for an abortion. Any normal woman who has ever had a miscarriage, even if she didn't particularly want the pregnancy, knows that it means she has lost a baby. Even if she doesn't believe that life begins at conception, she knows she lost a baby. To trivialize that to a tweet is somewhere beyond disgusting. And to treat abortion as a minor inconvenience is disgusting beyond words. We can only hope the Twitter universe has hit bottom and there is nothing worse -- if you can imagine it -- on the way.

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