Too strange

I took a nap, in the hopes then when I awoke, I would discover that it was just a joke, them making David Oddsson, the former Prime Minister, the editor of the nation's oldest newspaper, Morgunblaðið. I am sure Alda will have a fabulous article about it, full of sarcasm and wit, but I am just sad. That a newspaper I was rather attached to could be so blatantly disrespectful of even the illusion of media objectivity. That David Oddsson, a once powerful person in this country, thought that this was an appropriate thing to do with his life.

At least when George Bush Senior left office, he knew well enough not to accept every job that was offered him, even ones he might have liked or enjoyed; I am referring here to the National Baseball League asking him to be the Commissioner of Baseball. He knew how ridiculous it would be to go from ruling a nation to that. Though he has not done what Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton have done with their after office life (ie: start important think tanks that tackle global problems), he at least he knew that one symbolically never stops being the President, that one must shoulder the burden of carrying that burden one's entire life, that one must continue, long after leaving public life, to be jealous of maintaining its dignity and importance.

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Eva Þuríðardóttir said…
Ég gæti ekki verið meira sammála þér :)
Kkv Eva Lind
September 24, 2009 at 10:46 PM
Lissy said…
Such a serious lack of an ethic of professionalism, it is really depressing.
September 24, 2009 at 11:56 PM
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