On the rim of the war zone, a new Mecca of conspicuous consumption and economic crime, under the iron rule of Sheikh al-Maktoum. Skyscrapers half a mile high, artificial archipelagoes, fantasy theme parks--and the indentured Asian labour force that sustains them.
Interesting and informative, especially compared to the kind of shallow "wow" travel-writing found elsewhere.
With an artfulness and pathos that no other show has quite pulled off, "Veronica Mars" expresses the deep ambivalence that the working and middle classes feel about the rise of a monstrously flush ruling class in our midst. In doing so, it makes manifest both the deep-seated class resentment that makes a populist political revolt seem so tantalizing possible and the Stockholm Syndrome-like admiration that makes it so maddeningly unattainable.
[W]hen NYU graduate student Mohammed Yousry took on the job of translating Arabic for lawyers representing Sheik Omar Abdel Rahman, the blind Egyptian cleric convicted of conspiring to bomb several bridges and tunnels around Manhattan, Yousry agreed, like any good translator, to follow his lawyers' lead. For doing his job, he now faces the possibility of twenty years in prison as a supporter of terrorism.
It is the Anglo-American cultural elites' insecurity about their own values that encourages their frenzied attacks on religion.
On cost-lowering slippery slopes, attitude-altering slippery slopes, small change tolerance slippery slopes etc.
Throughout the 1970s and '80s British directors like Mike Leigh and Ken Loach portrayed the upper class as uncaring and contemptuous of the rest of society. ... Then, in 1994, the British movie industry shifted gears and started making the upper class loveable. Why? Because it wanted to make it big on the American side of the pond.
Howard's disastrous industrial relations "reform" package promises to make working conditions worse while decreasing pay.
The media is refusing to play the political game in New Orleans. What's so sad and pathetic about this is that it's happened at all -- if it takes a disaster of this magnitude to get the media to ask hard questions, then in all ordinary circumstances their worth is less than nothing.
If I have kids, I'll give them stuff like "The Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping with Chicks" and "The Big Book of Bondage". They'll be so embarrassed they'll beg for a textbook about contraception...