Our Master's Voice
TUCSON — World War II allies laughed off Tokyo Rose. We howled at Hanoi Hannah's clumsy agitprop in Vietnam. Now the United States is about to face global derision. Donald Trump's choice to run Voice of America is Arizona's own Kool-Aid Kari.
This will be brief. Americans need some time out for family, food and football. But day one in Trumpistan is three weeks away. Of all the creatures in a bestiary that shames a diminished nation, Kari Lake is hardly the worst. Still, she epitomizes the lot.
First, the big picture.
We old guys recall "His Master's Voice," the ubiquitous logo for RCA, the Radio Corporation of America, founded in 1919 as the pioneer in broadcast communications. A dog named Nipper peers quizzically into the huge trumpet-shaped speaker of a wind-up gramophone.
RCA, among others, marketed a one-way version of reality. Today, have-it-your-way "news" is everywhere, and big money spews big lies nonstop. Much of America, like ol' Nipper, is transfixed.
We all know the domestic impact of a weaponized X-Twitter. A multitude of rightwing "influencers" twist truth while guessing about distant events few of them understand. An un-silent majority equipped with hard facts can limit the damage at home.
But consider the irreparable harm if a boorish, self-obsessed America turns its back on the wider world.
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