Two of the most idiotic statements of all time, offered by two of the biggest idiots of all time:
Smetena’s Moldau speaks of the joy of life lived fully.
The New Yorker Music Writer Alex Ross
My jaw drops. I have never encountered a more idiotic statement. Is this moron channeling Walter Damrosch?
Yet even Damrosch never would have written anything half so foolish.
And even Damrosch knew how to spell “Smetana”.
The famous tone poem—by Smetana, not “Smetena”—positively seethes with Czech melancholy and longing.
“Speaks of the joy of life lived fully”? I cannot believe anyone would have the face to write such nonsense.
The band at the celebrations we went to (in Titusville, where friends live) was playing it—and I realized that a Yiddish song performed by three Greek sisters is what America is all about!
The New York Times Political Writer Paul Krugman, writing about music heard on The Fourth Of July
My jaw drops. A Yiddish song performed by three Greek sisters is what America is all about? This is what our ancestors fought for?
Let freedom ring.
No wonder other professors at Princeton openly and pointedly and repeatedly called Krugman a fool (and far worse).
I grieve for this nation.
And it must be stated, once again: we live in a nation of morons.
However, I must also note—with some small measure of optimism—that justice is being accomplished.
Twenty years ago, one could go into any residence in Edina and see The New Yorker and The New York Times on coffee tables in every home. Today, one never encounters either publication. Today, one sees The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times instead.
Over a two-decade period, educated persons abandoned The New Yorker and The New York Times. The two publications lost their credibility—and lost their readerships. The New Yorker and The New York Times became hardcore screed sheets, with the consequence that they are now read only by the Hard Left.
In the process, The New Yorker and The New York Times became huge money-losing enterprises, two of the biggest money-losers in the entire world of publishing. The New Yorker and The New York Times are drowning in red ink, continually cutting costs and yet continually losing ever-larger sums; advertisers have switched allegiances; and the parent companies are overwhelmed with mountains of debt, most of which will never be repaid. Neither The New Yorker nor The New York Times will be around twenty years from now.
Twenty years ago, The New York Times enjoyed America’s largest newspaper circulation, far, far outselling every other newspaper. Today The Wall Street Journal outsells The New York Times by a factor of more than three-to-one. The rise of The Wall Street Journal and the decline of The New York Times has been the most extraordinary story in the field of journalism of the last twenty years—and the end result has been the most extraordinary change in newspaper readership in American publishing history. Remarkably, this dramatic change occurred in less than one generation.
Twenty years ago, The New York Times was consistently voted the globe’s finest newspaper by the worldwide newspaper association that annually ranks newspapers from all advanced countries. For the last ten years, The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times have occupied spots numbers one and two, vying with each other year-by-year for top bragging rights. The New York Times no longer even appears on the list of top ten worldwide newspapers (newspapers in France, Germany, Italy, Japan and Switzerland are now more highly-regarded than the once-mighty Times).
Twenty years ago, The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times were not money-making enterprises; their owners strove merely to break even and somehow stay afloat.
Today The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times are highly profitable, as are their parent companies. In fact, The Wall Street Journal and The Financial Times are two of only a handful of profitable newspapers anywhere in the world.
Twenty years ago, The Financial Times was not available for sale throughout most of the United States. Today one may pick up The Financial Times at any news outlet nationwide—or at any food store or drug store or convenience store.
These things are as they should be—and they also give cause for reassurance: while we may live in a nation of morons, not everyone in our nation is a moron.
And yet one question remains: what are idiots like Alex Ross and Paul Krugman going to do once their publications fold and they no longer enjoy forums from which to espouse and promulgate conspicuous idiocy?
I suspect both are too obtuse to realize their fates are cast.