It doesn’t matter what they say as long as they talk about you.
--PR adage
Consider yourself lucky if you never heard of an American “journalist” named Nir Rosen. The thirty-something Rosen had a nice career going. In spite of, or because of, his outspoken far-left hatred for “imperialist” America and a “blight” called Israel, Rosen was sought after, and not one of Rosen’s big time media or academic patrons ever complained - until Rosen crossed a liberal redline and lost his immunity. Seems like his flaming-red bile got out of control and boiled over onto sacred ground a few days ago, and it’s Rosen who’s in hot water now.
Rosen’s mortal sin was a few Twitter tweets making light of the brutal sexual assault and beating CBS war correspondent Lara Logan sustained in Cairo during pro-democracy celebrations. That’s already cost him a prestigious fellowship at NYU and The Atlantic, who as recently as last December used Rosen as an authoritative source, has of late dropped a ton of bricks on his head. Of course, rueful Rosen has already hit the apology circuit trying to redeem himself, but the cat is already out of the bag.
How ironic. How cruel. Years of Marxist-Leninist vitriol make you a literati star but just step over the faux feminist line once and they drop you like a hot potato. Well, that’s show biz.
Friday, 18 February 2011
Nir Rosen, From The Penthouse to The Dog House.............by Dan Friedman
From Theo Spark at 10:32
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