All You Wanted To Know About The Steele Dossier – Well, Almost

Trump and Putin at the G20 summit. |AFP/Getty image|

The Steele dossier is making headlines again.

Here’s a quick compendium of my articles related to this memo, compiled by the former British intelligence agent Christopher Steele. Also included are links to the 35-page dossier posted by Buzzfeed and the original scoop by David Corn published in Mother Jones last year. Continue reading


Dear MSM: The Teachable Moment Is Now

Many years ago in another lifetime, I worked for a publishing house that produced national trade magazines. I was editor of one and wrote content for two others in the family. Because these were marketed to retailers in the gift industry, advertising and promotions were a Big Deal. So Big that most of the content of these periodicals were shaped around major holidays and events.

The publisher and I would sit down and work out the editorial calendar for the upcoming year. At first, we prepared ads and content about two months in advance. So for example, Mother’s Day promotions started in March; Halloween in August. This gave our readers plenty of time to check out our advertisers, read our articles, get excited and buy stock for the holiday-to-come.

As each year advanced (I was with them for three), the time frame for promotions grew more extended. So it was that in my final year, I was writing copy, handling new products and coordinating photo shoots a good four months prior to a holiday.

Our magazines performed a service to these retailers. Many were Mom and Pop shops competing against giants like Wal-Mart. We did the footwork; telling them what toys the kids envied, which colors were passé, how to market on a shoestring. Of course, the bottom line was profit – for all of us – the publishing house, its retail base and its advertisers. It was a Win-Win-Win.

When I listen to mainstream media today, I think about this advanced scheduling. Only I call it an Early Warning. Continue reading

Bad Habits and Strange Bedfellows

At least once a month, I sink into the pillows of my rattan sofa, fixated on the flicker of the TV and drop off into an abbreviated sleep. It’s unintentional, though by now, I should know better. I awake several hours later, groggy and groaning, my neck akimbo, those  pinched nerves clenching my back, and slowly pull myself forward. There’s a voice pouring through as I dig myself out of this makeshift bed – mellifluous and steady. It’s a few body lengths away, filling the TV screen. The preacher brings me back to consciousness. Continue reading