I came home a little early from work yesterday, and turned on the boob tube to catch some news on Egypt.
MSNBC had a perch on a balcony overlooking the overpasses that led to the protester's square.
There was a running battle for a couple of hours. Molotov cocktails, burning cars, rocks, clubs, swords.
Very difficult to discern what's going on.
But totally riveting.
I felt as though I was watching -- live -- a historical event, like the Russian revolution, or something.
Turning the channel, we had Anderson Cooper seemingly cowering in some basement-- hey, I'd cower too if I'd been set on by a mob.
Fox was seemingly ignoring it -- I don't think they know what stance to take.
Back to MSNBC, watching from the balcony. It finally got light, and everything seemed to simmer down a little.
MSNBC started to show reruns of the previous action. They showed a guy throwing a molotov, it landing and spinning and skipping and strewing fire, like a skipping rock on water.
And then they showed it again. And again. And again.
Went away for a couple hours, came back, and they were showing it again. And again.
Hey, I liked watching live, even if nothing was necessarily happening every minute. It didn't need to be ginned up like a action flick.
Oh, well.
MSNBC had a perch on a balcony overlooking the overpasses that led to the protester's square.
There was a running battle for a couple of hours. Molotov cocktails, burning cars, rocks, clubs, swords.
Very difficult to discern what's going on.
But totally riveting.
I felt as though I was watching -- live -- a historical event, like the Russian revolution, or something.
Turning the channel, we had Anderson Cooper seemingly cowering in some basement-- hey, I'd cower too if I'd been set on by a mob.
Fox was seemingly ignoring it -- I don't think they know what stance to take.
Back to MSNBC, watching from the balcony. It finally got light, and everything seemed to simmer down a little.
MSNBC started to show reruns of the previous action. They showed a guy throwing a molotov, it landing and spinning and skipping and strewing fire, like a skipping rock on water.
And then they showed it again. And again. And again.
Went away for a couple hours, came back, and they were showing it again. And again.
Hey, I liked watching live, even if nothing was necessarily happening every minute. It didn't need to be ginned up like a action flick.
Oh, well.