“Still working through the publication, but what @Wikileaks has here is genuinely a big deal. Looks authentic. ”
Edward Snowden, Twitter, 8:53 am, March 7., 2017
I’ve been following the mountainous story since it broke this morning–and I went to sleep last night knowing I would wake up to a changed world. We all went to sleep last night mumbling silently: “Vault 7. I wonder what it is.”
I’d seen shady looking “clue” images on Twitter, suggestive of some ghastly secret society or other. Turned out, it was the CIA, no less:
Gutted like a fish.
Read about it here, if you haven’t:
I don’t know why, but as the day has worn on, 12 hours into this breaking story, I have become too depressed to compose words about it.
I simply feel sick, like a bird alone in a dirty fountain in Caucescu’s Bucharest in 1972.
De-vitalized, I offer but a few links, no significant commentary, no insights.
What did I tell you? Attacking Trump is fine, but it’s kindergarten, politically. Sesame Street.
But I know those of you who linger here looking for dead bones of arguments you have long since lost, will never rest yours.