A Network Newswriter is Reading the Wall…

“I feel,” says one of my network news-writer friends as he observes his associates in full pre-election hustle, “like I am in India during the last days of the British Empire. We’re sipping tea and admiring those quaint little brown people pulling our rickshaws, not quite realizing they are about to overthrow us.”

The networks, it seems, are feeling a momentum shift. Not toward Kerry. Or toward them.

Comes the Day of the Blogger.

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