They’re right. We don’t need them to tell us that gas prices are on the rise. We need them to tell us that the climate is changing rapidly and we’d better start doing something about it!
And one ‘Tweeter’(I prefer Twit or Twitterer)-’Big Brother’ Rupe, and, later, his head, cryonically preserved in a jar, communicating by waves of pure etheric malignancy. At first, you think it merely tinnitus, but then the dread reality dawns. He is inside your head!
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Joe, You don’t need us to tell you that the number of ClimateProgress followers has pretty much always been on the rise.
NPR also deemed the story worth mentioning last night. Maybe one person writes local and national news.
They’re right. We don’t need them to tell us that gas prices are on the rise. We need them to tell us that the climate is changing rapidly and we’d better start doing something about it!
There can be only one..
No, we don’t need them to tell us because we have the same alien mother ship beaming stuff into our heads that they do.
It’s just another ALEC project.
So was this phrasing just all coincidence by the standard-speech media, or it part of one script written and handed out to multiple outlets?
Musical Break: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjfefBXanQs
When we are finally wired into the Borg, we won’t need them at all to tell us anything. Right, Mr. Kurzweil?
Has Bjorn given his informed consent to this procedure, which sounds rather uncomfortable?
Shades of “1984″… with media consolidation, maybe we’re headed for one station, one writer… whaddya think, George O.?
And one ‘Tweeter’(I prefer Twit or Twitterer)-’Big Brother’ Rupe, and, later, his head, cryonically preserved in a jar, communicating by waves of pure etheric malignancy. At first, you think it merely tinnitus, but then the dread reality dawns. He is inside your head!