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I. F. Stone (1907 – 1989) was a leftwing, progressive US investigative journalist, writer, author
He was fiercely independent
He produced I. F. Stone's Weekly (1953–71), a highly respected and trusted publication
I will post some of his quotes I like in the course of today
“Facts are subversive”
- I. F. Stone
“The only kinds of fights worth fighting are those you’re going to lose, because somebody has to fight them and lose and lose and lose until someday, somebody who believes as you do wins”
- I.F. Stone
“Screw you, you sons of bitches. I may be just a goddamn Jew Red to you, but I'm keeping Jefferson alive!”
- I.F. Stone
“To write the truth as I see it; to defend the weak against the strong; to fight for justice; and to seek, as best I can to bring healing perspectives to bear on their terrible hates and fears of mankind, in the hope of someday bringing about one world,
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in which men and women will enjoy the differences of the human garden instead of killing each other over them”
- I.F. Stone
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“All governments lie, but disaster lies in wait for countries whose officials smoke the same hashish they give out”
- I.F. Stone
"There’s a lot of things those journalists know, that I don’t know, but a lot of it is wrong"
- I.F. Stone
"Those journalists" were the insiders like LauraK and RobertP of Stone's day
"Rich people march on Washington every day"
- I.F. Stone
“If you expect to see the final results of your work, you simply have not asked a big enough question”
- I. F. Stone
“When war comes, reason is regarded as treason”
- I. F. Stone
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“The worst illiterate is the political illiterate, he doesn’t hear, doesn’t speak, nor participate in political events. He doesn’t know the cost of life, the price of beans, of fish, of flour, of rent, of shoes and of medicine, all depend on political decisions.
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The political illiterate is so stupid that he is proud and swells his chest saying that he hates politics. The imbecile doesn’t know that, from his political ignorance is born the prostitute, the abandoned child, and the worst thieves of all, the bad politician, corrupted
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and flunky of the national and multinational companies”
- Bertolt Brecht
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CARD STACKING is a propaganda technique that seeks to manipulate audience perception of an issue by emphasizing one side and repressing another. Such emphasis may be achieved through media bias or the use of one-sided testimonials, or by simply censoring the voices of critics.
NAME-CALLING (or "ad hominem") is a propaganda technique that seeks to manipulate audience perception of an issue by applying insulting or demeaning labels to an individual or group opposing the perception aimed at
BANDWAGON is a propaganda technique that seeks to manipulate audience perception of an issue by exploiting the desire of most people to join the crowd or be on the winning side and avoid winding up on the losing side
The darkness crumbles away.
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet’s poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
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Your cosmopolitan sympathies.
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
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Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver—what heart aghast?
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AWAKE! For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
from Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
from Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter - and the Bird is on the Wing.