No-conscience cruelty
WaPo's Stephanie McCrummen kicks disabled, cashes check
In a single despicable article ("Finally. Someone who thinks like me," was its designedly 'othering,' smear-by-association title), Washington Post writer Stephanie McCrummen accomplishes several rancid ambitions.
She traduces Donald Trump (for about the thirty six-thousandth time, in that hissingly partisan paper), mocks mentally ill Trump backer Melanie Austin, and, by unveiled implication, casts as similarly delusional and conspiracy-credulous each and every one of the millions of American citizens endorsing the Trump campaign.
McCrummen doesn't explicitly say "basket of deplorables." But such maggoty, segregationist prejudice marks her disdainful prose at each turn.
I suspect some of the same bankrolled stooges who blubbered upon cue about Trump's imaginary mocking of a disabled reporter wriggled with darkish delight when cradling McCrummen's poisonous words.
"It was afternoon now, and Melanie got herself a glass of iced tea. She thought about the two legislators who had said that Hillary Clinton should be executed, and all the memes, and all the stories on the websites. The more she read, she said, the more certain she was becoming that she was not out of the ordinary, and her hospitalization, for instance, was just one more example of an unjust world. She went over it again: the police cruiser, the injections, the medical bills after."
Throughout her toxically dispositioned article, McCrummen ladles generously the mental illness slurring. Austin, the writer stage-whispers in shocked tone to her readers, relies upon anxiety medication, has been diagnosed with depression and PTSD, and was once involuntarily hospitalized.
"Homicidal ideation," a doctor once jotted of Austin, a lewd tidbit far too juicy for McCrummen to withhold.
The unpleasant author also takes pains to assure her expensively manicured, liberal audience of her subject's working class character. She hurls like daggers references to Austin's Roseanne-showish "kitchen table," onetime membership in a religion-centered motorcycle club, quixotic confrontations with insurance behemoth bureaucrats, application for firehouse employ, and years of railroad work.
'Obviously, not one of our people,' upper middle class and ardently Democrat Washington Post subscribers surely sniffed over mid-morning espresso.
In a bio note appended to the article, the paper observes, "Stephanie McCrummen is a national enterprise reporter for the Washington Post. Previously, she was the paper's East Africa bureau chief. She has also reported from Egypt, Iraq, and Mexico, among other places."
What that means to us is that McCrummen surely knew well the difference between right and wrong, but also knew what her editors desired. And she allowed political bigotry to carry her off on an ugly and unfair crusade.
To the flabbergasting of absolutely no one, the Washington Post's editors shut off the public comment section at the conclusion of McCrummen's studied nastiness.
"We turn off the comments on stories dealing with personal loss, tragedies, or other serious topics."
Bullshit. Were the paper's powers at all sincere about minding propriety, they would not have orchestrated and published the smirking McCrummen's bigotry-based diatribe in the first place.
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WaPo's Stephanie McCrummen kicks disabled, cashes check
In a single despicable article ("Finally. Someone who thinks like me," was its designedly 'othering,' smear-by-association title), Washington Post writer Stephanie McCrummen accomplishes several rancid ambitions.
She traduces Donald Trump (for about the thirty six-thousandth time, in that hissingly partisan paper), mocks mentally ill Trump backer Melanie Austin, and, by unveiled implication, casts as similarly delusional and conspiracy-credulous each and every one of the millions of American citizens endorsing the Trump campaign.
McCrummen doesn't explicitly say "basket of deplorables." But such maggoty, segregationist prejudice marks her disdainful prose at each turn.
I suspect some of the same bankrolled stooges who blubbered upon cue about Trump's imaginary mocking of a disabled reporter wriggled with darkish delight when cradling McCrummen's poisonous words.
"It was afternoon now, and Melanie got herself a glass of iced tea. She thought about the two legislators who had said that Hillary Clinton should be executed, and all the memes, and all the stories on the websites. The more she read, she said, the more certain she was becoming that she was not out of the ordinary, and her hospitalization, for instance, was just one more example of an unjust world. She went over it again: the police cruiser, the injections, the medical bills after."
Throughout her toxically dispositioned article, McCrummen ladles generously the mental illness slurring. Austin, the writer stage-whispers in shocked tone to her readers, relies upon anxiety medication, has been diagnosed with depression and PTSD, and was once involuntarily hospitalized.
"Homicidal ideation," a doctor once jotted of Austin, a lewd tidbit far too juicy for McCrummen to withhold.
The unpleasant author also takes pains to assure her expensively manicured, liberal audience of her subject's working class character. She hurls like daggers references to Austin's Roseanne-showish "kitchen table," onetime membership in a religion-centered motorcycle club, quixotic confrontations with insurance behemoth bureaucrats, application for firehouse employ, and years of railroad work.
'Obviously, not one of our people,' upper middle class and ardently Democrat Washington Post subscribers surely sniffed over mid-morning espresso.
In a bio note appended to the article, the paper observes, "Stephanie McCrummen is a national enterprise reporter for the Washington Post. Previously, she was the paper's East Africa bureau chief. She has also reported from Egypt, Iraq, and Mexico, among other places."
What that means to us is that McCrummen surely knew well the difference between right and wrong, but also knew what her editors desired. And she allowed political bigotry to carry her off on an ugly and unfair crusade.
To the flabbergasting of absolutely no one, the Washington Post's editors shut off the public comment section at the conclusion of McCrummen's studied nastiness.
"We turn off the comments on stories dealing with personal loss, tragedies, or other serious topics."
Bullshit. Were the paper's powers at all sincere about minding propriety, they would not have orchestrated and published the smirking McCrummen's bigotry-based diatribe in the first place.
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posted by DC Larson at
October 03, 2016
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