Some Sunday morning reading to share.
The Phone Call is Dead. I'm not so sure.
The Pope says Internet users risk "solitude." I don't think those who do care.
Facebook is going to launch some sort of email package. Some think Google should be scared. Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see. Send me an email on Facebook or Gmail and let me know what you think.
The TSA is going nuts, as are air travelers and pilots about full body scans and frisking, that apparently gets quite personal. This isn't going to turn out good. One of these days we're going to see exploding breast and penis implants.
Frank Rich asks who will stand up to the super rich? Game over. Game's been over for awhile. Can't be done until it all comes tumbling down.
The Deficit Commission's report is probably dead before it even gets a chance. Too bad. It ticked off folks on all sides and that's a good place to start. But no one is going to want to debate this with any modicum of honesty or sincerity. That's the real deficit.
So an expectant mother eats a poppy seed bagel the day before she gives birth. The hospital's screening is set so that the the makeup of the poppy seeds register as if she was doing drugs. Procedures force them to turn her in and the baby is seized by officials because of abuse. Humans can screw anything up.
