A queeg-like way of being
If you'd like to get very very scared, read this very interesting Nielsen Hayden entry about the Suskind piece in Sunday's NYT magazine:
What he's put his faith in is George W. Bush, which is not the same thing as saying he believes in himself. He can't believe in himself; he knows he doesn't know anything. But instead of seeking more information and better counsel, he's abandoned the frustrations of dealing with the factual, external universe. He's now basing everything on the instincts of George W. Bush. That's where the smirk comes from.
He's certain he's right. So was every dotcom investor. So is every blackjack player in Las Vegas.
Pause, then. Some of you already think this must be hyperbole, and that Bush can't explicitly, literally, concretely have given up on external data and the reasoned analysis thereof.
Unfortunately, that's what Suskind is saying.
He's certain he's right. So was every dotcom investor. So is every blackjack player in Las Vegas.
Pause, then. Some of you already think this must be hyperbole, and that Bush can't explicitly, literally, concretely have given up on external data and the reasoned analysis thereof.
Unfortunately, that's what Suskind is saying.
Read the rest, it's an intelligent, thoughtful and frightening take.