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WHO's TAKING INVENTORY ANYWAY?!

FROM January 29, 2004

The NYT magazine's cover story this week, on the sex-slave trade in the United States, is provoking a lot of blogiverse discussion, starting with brilliant-all-the-time-and-also-when-infuriated Sasha's. To which I sent him an email, which he posted, and Jessica, Douglas, and Hua wrote about the article, too. Jessica and Sasha put it exactly, and I would also like to reiterate that Radosh can eat a giant helping of his own dicks if he weighs Landesmann's "KNOWLEDGE OF THE INTERNET" over Landesmann's "WILLINGNESS TO DRIVE IN A FUCKING BULLETPROOF SUBURBAN INTO A MEXICAN TOWN WHERE THE SEX SLAVE MAFIA MAY TRY TO KILL HIM FOR WRITING THIS STORY." (And the constant disempowerment of the lower tiers of Mexican government/law enforcement, for hundreds of years, which forced my family to move to WYOMING so they did not get RAPED OR KILLED by the Federales OR Pancho fucking Villa, btw--the disempowerment that makes people SO DESPERATE TO LEAVE AND COME TO GLITTERY GORGEOUS AMERICA FOR A BETTER LIFE) And that, still, to make Landesmann's (NON-FABRICATED) journalism the issue, where he notes in the story it's hard to be exacting when sex slave rings are underground, is to divert from the issue. I still think Radosh's initial reaction was a denial of his own place in society, as a man privileged enough to have a computer which affords him the luxury of blasting his every uncensored thought into the ether, and the idea that he was possibly reading that article and going "OH, Yeah RIGHT" or whatever makes me puke up my brunch.

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