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“Wear the badge of environmental radicalism, and you're a citizen automatically under suspicion.”
Alexander Cockburn“Wear the badge of environmental radicalism, and you're a citizen automatically under suspicion.”
Alexander Cockburn“This American system of ours', he shouted, 'call it Americanism, call it capitalism, call it what you like, gives to each and every one of us a great opportunity if only we seize it with both hands, and make the most of it'. A month later in New York I was telling this story to Mr John Walter, minority owner of The Times. He asked me why I had not written the Capone interview for the paper. I explained that when I had come to put my notes together, I saw that most of what Capone had said was in essence identical with what was being said in the leading articles of The Times itself, and I doubted whether the paper would be best pleased to find itself seeing eye to eye with the most notorious gangster in Chicago.”
Claud Cockburn“Users of clichés frequently have more sinister intentions beyond laziness and conventional thinking. Relabelling events often entails subtle changes of meaning. War produces many euphemisms, downplaying or giving verbal respectability to savagery and slaughter.”
Patrick Cockburn“One day you're waiting for the sky to fallThe next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all”
Bruce Cockburn“All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.”
Bruce Cockburn“Why did you become a journalist?”“Better than working for a living.”
Leslie Cockburn, Baghdad Solitaire“No foundation that I am aware of has hired ex-journalists to promote a thoroughgoing inquiry.”
Alexander Cockburn, Corruptions of Empire: Life Studies and the Reagan Era“Despair is the central part of the psychopathology. For the handmaiden of gossip is treachery:”
Alexander Cockburn, Corruptions of Empire: Life Studies and the Reagan Era“Leslie-Ann set down her own bucket and watched, marveling, as a quarter of an inch of water covered the bottom.When she looked away, she saw an older kid. She’d seen him around. But usually he was with Orc and she was too scared of Orc ever to get near him.She tugged on Howard’s wet sleeve. He seemed not to be sharing in the general glee. His face was severe and sad.“What?” he asked wearily.“I know something.”“Well, goody for you.”“It’s about Albert.”Howard sighed. “I heard. He’s dead. Orc’s gone and Albert’s dead and these idiots are partying like it’s Mardi Gras or something.”“I think he might not be dead,” Leslie-Ann said.Howard shook his head, angry at being distracted. He walked away. But then he stopped, turned, and walked back to her. “I know you,” he said. “You clean Albert’s house.”“Yes. I’m Leslie-Ann.”“What are you telling me about Albert?”“I saw his eyes open. And he looked at me.”
Michael Grant, Plague