Time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

My co-blogger was too humble to mention it, but not three hours after we created this blog, and before we even had a post up, Time Magazine declared us to be "The Person of the Year". Well, technically it was for all of us netizens, the posters of content and meta-content on the world wide web (so it doesn't really include Ted Stevens, but does include the guy who remixed him).

Suffice it to say, this is the kind of print journalism that explains why people blog about how print journalism is dying a sad and increasingly irrelevant death, in no small part because of their complete mystification about blogs. Like most topics, I pretty much agree with Atrios, who agrees with one of the finest web comic strip writers out there.

To put my spin on things, let me just say that in a world currently featuring two wars in which the US has been enmeshed for years, as well as a number of growing civil wars in which we should have intervened but didn't, Time magazine chose to focus on the makers of viral videos and descriptions of what they think about the book they read last week (yes, that's me, the previous comment is supposed to be ironically self-deprecating). Salon, to its credit, chose a specific online incident, S.R. Sidarth being called "Macaca" by the former junior Senatorial wanker from Virginia, which did in the end flip control of the Senate away from the dark side and back to the forces of not entirely evil.

I don't expect much more from Time Magazine, who really aren't pretending to be this dopey, but you should. More tonight on why assuming rampant stupidity is a problem, in light of the book I am going to review next week and the right choice for person of the year, which is supposed to be given to the most important person for shaping world events, for good and ill.