So, as Duncan Black quite reasonably says, the notion that a bunch of adolescent Vampire Diarists not knowing about the obscure Silver-Age comic-book villain Osama bin Laden is cause for fucking despair is just fucking crazy. I mean, lemme axe you thusly, mes folles: does Ezra fucking Klein "know" "who" "bin Laden" "is"? Not to get all post-structuralist all up over his pretty boyface, but insofar as his character is continually recreated by the historical (con)text in which he be encountered, yo, can he be said to be at all? But let's not be too hard on Ezra, who is, after all, just parotting Jamelle Bouie, who actually coughs up the following without the slightest hint of irony:
Still, it's sobering; not because it reveals anything profound about our educational system or the attacks on 9/11, but because it points to an absolute truth: for each generation, America is a very different place, and the America we lost on 9/11 -- the America that didn't profile citizens, torture people, or monitor their phone calls -- isn't even a distance memory for the children and teenagers of today's America.Oh, um, what? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A LITTLE THING CALLED VIETNAM? Look, I love the progressive notion that America's soul was whiter than the shaved ass of a Bel Ami model until that dastardly do-bad, George Dubya and his team of nefarious lawyers turned it black, but honestly. America didn't profile its citizens before 9/11? Written by a black guy? Seriously? Wonders will never cease.