“You must come round to my view, for otherwise I shall keep on piling fact upon fact on you, until your reason breaks down under them and acknowledges me to be right.”

-- Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

On the other hand, maybe you’ll be right.  I doubt it, but maybe.  It happens.  

The fun of being a “pundit” (or as I like to call myself, AUTHOR OF 13 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERS) used to be debating things – politics, religion, war, crime, history, sex, race, soccer, or even a real sport.   Arguments are honed, stupid points crushed, and enlightenment achieved.  Grateful thanks are offered, to which I always say, “You’re welcome!”  

But that can’t happen if there’s nobody to point out that the “fact upon fact” isn’t … a fact, at all.  As you’ve probably noticed, that’s pretty much all we see in the mainstream media these days.

In an odd devolution that seems to rely on old people in nursing homes who don’t how to work their remotes, the new model for TV debate is:

HOST: [Rhetorical question based on a false premise.]

Guest: You’re absolutely right!  [Adds several more false premises.] 

HOST: I get smarter every time I have you on!  [The last time being 20 minutes ago.]

It’s terrific that TV hosts and print journalists can do their jobs in their sleep, spouting nonsense without fear of contradiction, giving audiences all the thrill and excitement of a pre-programmed tennis game.  But it’s not so great for public dialogue or for — what is it liberals are so terrified of losing again? — democracy.  Which I’m told dies in darkness.

That’s why the only interesting intellectual debate these days is on Twitter.  Excuse me, I mean Twitter circa 2016.  Short of inventing a time machine or having the richest man in the world buy the platform and end the censorship -- but what are the odds of that? – there simply exists no real public debate in the U.S. today. Even on a free and fair Twitter, the ability to mount a counter-attack to the entire media-industrial complex is limited to 140 characters.  

Often that’s enough.  But sometimes I’ve got to bend your ear a little longer.  That’s why Substack is where I plan to debate my enemies.  

My Substack – UNSAFE – will be the Rapid Response Team to the Democratic Party and its subsidiaries, The New York Times, The Washington Post, MSNBC, CNN, et al; as well as 90 percent of the Republican Party.  

Read it here first – don’t wait for original ideas to be pilfered by 22-year-old television interns, translated by computer into Romanian, then back into English, passed on to the boss and restated on air by not-very-bright cable news hosts!   


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