To honor the fallen this week, we're going to refrain from our usual heated political rhetoric here for a change. It's only fitting, really, after such an emotional week for America. So, just to warn everyone up front, we're not going to be heaping our usual amounts of scorn on Republicans this week. Instead, we're going to (briefly) heap some scorn on the mainstream media, and then after a foreshortened awards section, we are going to reprint the text of President Obama's moving speech in Tucson this Wednesday, for those of you who haven't had the chance to view it or read it.

But before we get to that, one thing must be addressed first. In all the media I've been exposed to in the past week, I've noticed something. While there has been a frenzy of finger-pointing and blame assigned by the mainstream media, in an attempt to attach some sort of meaning to the murderous rampage Saturday, there has been precious little said about the role of the media itself.

The media is very good at pointing fingers at others. They do it quite well. But they are not so good at self-examination. Their take on the tragedy was to instantly assign blame to a long list of people for an even-longer list of perceived sins. This often included mentions of online media, which was singled out for denigration over "hateful rhetoric" and whatnot. In other words, "Oh, those bloggers are so nasty, it'd be much better if everyone got their news from us."

They've got a point -- the internet is a Wild West atmosphere, where anything goes. But their failure to examine their own role in the political environment is a serious journalistic sin of omission.

America has always had a "fringe" to it. Pick any point in our history, and there are secretive groups warning of conspiracies at the highest levels, and calls to purify politics in one fashion or another, by purging one faction or another. But, until very recently, these groups not only came from the fringes of sane discourse, but they were also relegated to a lonely existence out on that fringe. Whatever the medium they used to get their message across -- pamphlets, newspapers, newsletters, and (in modern times) the internet -- they were, for the most part, denied access to the mainstream media entirely, due to the fringe nature of what they had to say.

The John Birch Society is a good example. The Birchers grew into a fringe right-wing group in the middle of the twentieth century. But they didn't get interviewed on national news a whole lot, because their stances were so far out of the mainstream that they were rejected by news editors and producers.

Nowadays, of course, televised "news" bears a closer relationship to "entertainment" than it does to "journalism." Because the "news" today is driven by ratings and profits, and because they have 24 hours of each and every day to fill, they'll allow just about anyone on screen who can be relied upon to say something outrageous. In the endless struggle for better ratings than their competitors, television "news" networks will eagerly allow people who are more and more outrageous to appear, since watching someone make outrageous statements is much more entertaining than watching someone calmly discuss boring ideas. Entertainment drives ratings, and ratings drive profits. The incentive is obvious. Which leads straight to "outrageousness for outrageousness' sake."

But rather than making the word longer, let's shorten it down to it's root. A statement or a person is considered "outrageous" because they inspire "outrage" among the audience. And "outrage" is exactly what the media is now pointing fingers at everyone else for supposedly causing.

The people who "anchor" these "news" shows are not what I would call "journalists." They're not even referees anymore. They used to see themselves as presenting "both sides" of an argument and interjecting reality and fact to counter spin from both sides, but they've abdicated even this light duty these days. To be perfectly honest, they have reduced themselves to nothing more than a Jay Leno or a David Letterman -- merely a presence on the screen who moves the conversation along and provides the cues for commercial breaks. And, much like the late-night chat show hosts, they want the most entertaining personalities on their shows, so more people will watch them.

Kooky is entertaining. Fringe-dwellers are even more entertaining. Even complete nut-jobbery is fascinatingly entertaining. And that's the heart of the problem. Television "news" networks have every incentive to put the most outrageous people on the air that they can find, and absolutely zero incentive to dial the rhetoric back, or to correct blatantly false information.

Sure, the internet often goes further than anything said on television. But such weeds need fertile ground to grow in, and the mainstream media provides the perfect dirt for this to happen, both figuratively and literally.

The mainstream media seemed content, this week, to view the landscape of political discussion high atop their self-perceived ivory towers of journalistic ethics and excellence -- without pausing for a single moment to consider their own contributions to this culture. They tut-tutted about the radical and fringe political discussions out in the wilds of the online world, without a thought in their heads for how many times they have invited fringe people on their own screens, and then egged them on to say ever-more-outrageous things to titillate the public (and sell more ads).

My response to all of this is: spare me the false moralizing, please. I will accept every criticism of online fringe writing right here and now -- from the lunatics on the Right, to the moonbats on the Left, to the disturbed individuals who are so far off this scale they seem to be listening to broadcasts from the moons of Jupiter. I don't think I'm all that far out, when considering how truly far the internet fringe reaches, but no matter -- I'll still gracefully accept the mainstream media's criticism for all of it, personally. As long as they do a little self-examination of their own, that is.

Anyone in the "news" business who has pointed a finger towards the blogosphere this week, please ask yourself: have you ever invited to your show (or appeared on a show with) anyone who quite obviously does not have a truly sane point to make? Have you ever knowingly exploited outrageous statements, soundbites, or video clips -- just because you knew the public would lap it up, instead of it providing any actual news value to them? Have you ever had anyone say anything hateful or insane on the air, and not immediately denounced the hatred or repudiated the outright lies in the very same on-air segment? Have you ever made fun of any segment of the political spectrum, just for the entertainment value alone? Have you ever sat quietly and allowed complete lunacy to stand unchallenged on your show?

If the answer to any of these is even "maybe," then I would respectfully suggest you take a long look in the mirror before pointing fingers and assigning blame. Our culture of political discussion may have some fringe areas within it (which it always has had), but until very recently such fringe views and beliefs were never legitimized by the mainstream media as "just another point of view." Previously, they were shunned -- not spotlighted. And the reason this has changed is you. So perhaps you'll take a moment on the air to explore this idea, instead of pointing your finger at everyone else but yourselves. If you don't, then please start referring to yourselves as "entertainers" -- and not "journalists" -- from now on.

Just a thought.

President Barack Obama was unquestionably the Most Impressive Democrat Of The Week this week. Part of the job of leading our country is sharing the country's grief in moments such as these. Obama had disappointed many in the media for not wearing his emotions on his sleeve in previous speeches, but this speech seemed to satisfy such critics. In fact, Obama's speech was widely praised, across both the political spectrum and the echo chambers of the media.

It was indeed a praiseworthy speech, as these things go. Obama did exactly what was needed -- he focused on the victims of the tragedy, and told tales of heroism. He provided a certain closure on the events of last Saturday, and he also provided a vision which looked forward to a slightly-more-polite politics. Whether this actually happens or not, it was exactly what the American public was looking for from such a speech, and exactly what they needed to hear at such a moment.

Now, we've always known that Obama can give a good speech. In front of a large crowd, Obama rises to the occasion pretty much every single time. So it's not like we were expecting Obama to somehow let everyone down this Wednesday. But even by the high standards of Obama speeches in general, the president's address was one of his best ever.

While this was a very different speech with very different goals, we also have to say that this bodes well for Obama's next scheduled speech, in less than two weeks -- the State of the Union address to Congress and the nation.

Once again, in the spirit of this week, we are not going to hand out a Most Disappointing Democrat Of The Week award. Did some Democrats say and do stupid things this week? Well, yes, a few of them did. But their transgressions are so very minor when held up to the rest of what happened in the past week that we just don't think it would be proper to point these foibles out this particular week. So next week the MDDOTW will return as usual, but this week we just didn't have the heart to single people out in this fashion.

Volume 151 (1/14/11)

[Note: The following is the transcript of Barack Obama's address to the memorial service held in Tucson, Arizona. This speech pretty much says it all, in terms of what Democrats should be saying this week, which is why we're running it instead of our own poor efforts to provide talking points. Next week, we'll once again have our usual seven talking points; but for this week, President Obama's words are the ones Democrats should be thinking about.]

To the families of those we've lost; to all who called them friends; to the students of this university, the public servants who are gathered here, the people of Tucson and the people of Arizona: I have come here tonight as an American who, like all Americans, kneels to pray with you today and will stand by you tomorrow.

There is nothing I can say that will fill the sudden hole torn in your hearts. But know this: The hopes of a nation are here tonight. We mourn with you for the fallen. We join you in your grief. And we add our faith to yours that Representative Gabrielle Giffords and the other living victims of this tragedy will pull through.

Scripture tells us:

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.

On Saturday morning, Gabby, her staff and many of her constituents gathered outside a supermarket to exercise their right to peaceful assembly and free speech. They were fulfilling a central tenet of the democracy envisioned by our founders -- representatives of the people answering questions to their constituents, so as to carry their concerns back to our nation's capital. Gabby called it "Congress on Your Corner" -- just an updated version of government of and by and for the people.

And that quintessentially American scene -- that was the scene that was shattered by a gunman's bullets. And the six people who lost their lives on Saturday -- they, too, represented what is best in us, what is best in America.

Judge John Roll served our legal system for nearly 40 years. A graduate of this university and a graduate of this law school -- Judge Roll was recommended for the federal bench by John McCain 20 years ago -- appointed by President George H.W. Bush and rose to become Arizona's chief federal judge.

His colleagues described him as the hardest-working judge within the Ninth Circuit. He was on his way back from attending Mass, as he did every day, when he decided to stop by and say "Hi" to his representative. John is survived by his loving wife, Maureen, his three sons and his five beautiful grandchildren.

George and Dorothy Morris -- "Dot" to her friends -- were high school sweethearts who got married and had two daughters. They did everything together -- traveling the open road in their RV, enjoying what their friends called a 50-year honeymoon. Saturday morning, they went by the Safeway to hear what their congresswoman had to say. When gunfire rang out, George, a former Marine, instinctively tried to shield his wife. Both were shot. Dot passed away.

A New Jersey native, Phyllis Schneck retired to Tucson to beat the snow. But in the summer, she would return East, where her world revolved around her three children, her seven grandchildren and 2-year-old great-granddaughter. A gifted quilter, she'd often work under a favorite tree, or sometimes she'd sew aprons with the logos of the Jets and the Giants -- to give out at the church where she volunteered. A Republican, she took a liking to Gabby, and wanted to get to know her better.

Dorwan and Mavy Stoddard grew up in Tucson together -- about 70 years ago. They moved apart and started their own respective families. But after both were widowed they found their way back here, to, as one of Mavy's daughters put it, "be boyfriend and girlfriend again."

When they weren't out on the road in their motor home, you could find them just up the road, helping folks in need at the Mountain Avenue Church of Christ. A retired construction worker, Dorwan spent his spare time fixing up the church along with his dog, Tux. His final act of selflessness was to dive on top of his wife, sacrificing his life for hers.

Everything -- everything -- Gabe Zimmerman did, he did with passion. But his true passion was helping people. As Gabby's outreach director, he made the cares of thousands of her constituents his own, seeing to it that seniors got the Medicare benefits that they had earned, that veterans got the medals and the care that they deserved, that government was working for ordinary folks. He died doing what he loved -- talking with people and seeing how he could help. And Gabe is survived by his parents, Ross and Emily, his brother, Ben, and his fiancée, Kelly, who he planned to marry next year.

And then there is nine-year-old Christina Taylor Green. Christina was an "A" student; she was a dancer; she was a gymnast; she was a swimmer. She decided that she wanted to be the first woman to play in the Major Leagues, and as the only girl on her Little League team, no one put it past her.

She showed an appreciation for life uncommon for a girl her age. She'd remind her mother, "We are so blessed. We have the best life." And she'd pay those blessings back by participating in a charity that helped children who were less fortunate.

Our hearts are broken by their sudden passing. Our hearts are broken -- and yet, our hearts also have reason for fullness.

Our hearts are full of hope and thanks for the thirteen Americans who survived the shooting, including the congresswoman many of them went to see on Saturday.

I have just come from the University Medical Center, just a mile from here, where our friend Gabby courageously fights to recover even as we speak. And I want to tell you -- her husband Mark is here and he allows me to share this with you -- right after we went to visit, a few minutes after we left her room and some of her colleagues in Congress were in the room, Gabby opened her eyes for the first time. Gabby opened her eyes for the first time.

Gabby opened her eyes. Gabby opened her eyes, so I can tell you she knows we are here. She knows we love her. And she knows that we are rooting for her through what is undoubtedly going to be a difficult journey. We are there for her.

Our hearts are full of thanks for that good news, and our hearts are full of gratitude for those who saved others. We are grateful to Daniel Hernandez -- a volunteer in Gabby's office.

And, Daniel, I'm sorry, you may deny it, but we've decided you are a hero because -- you ran through the chaos to minister to your boss, and tended to her wounds and helped keep her alive.

We are grateful to the men who tackled the gunman as he stopped to reload. Right over there. We are grateful for petite Patricia Maisch, who wrestled away the killer's ammunition, and undoubtedly saved some lives. And we are grateful for the doctors and nurses and first responders who worked wonders to heal those who'd been hurt. We are grateful to them.

These men and women remind us that heroism is found not only on the fields of battle. They remind us that heroism does not require special training or physical strength. Heroism is here, in the hearts of so many of our fellow citizens, all around us, just waiting to be summoned -- as it was on Saturday morning. Their actions, their selflessness poses a challenge to each of us. It raises a question of what, beyond prayers and expressions of concern, is required of us going forward. How can we honor the fallen? How can we be true to their memory?

You see, when a tragedy like this strikes, it is part of our nature to demand explanations -- to try and pose some order on the chaos and make sense out of that which seems senseless. Already we've seen a national conversation commence, not only about the motivations behind these killings, but about everything from the merits of gun safety laws to the adequacy of our mental health system. And much of this process, of debating what might be done to prevent such tragedies in the future, is an essential ingredient in our exercise of self-government.

But at a time when our discourse has become so sharply polarized -- at a time when we are far too eager to lay the blame for all that ails the world at the feet of those who happen to think differently than we do -- it's important for us to pause for a moment and make sure that we're talking with each other in a way that heals, not in a way that wounds.

Scripture tells us that there is evil in the world, and that terrible things happen for reasons that defy human understanding. In the words of Job, "When I looked for light, then came darkness." Bad things happen, and we have to guard against simple explanations in the aftermath.

For the truth is none of us can know exactly what triggered this vicious attack. None of us can know with any certainty what might have stopped these shots from being fired, or what thoughts lurked in the inner recesses of a violent man's mind. Yes, we have to examine all the facts behind this tragedy. We cannot and will not be passive in the face of such violence. We should be willing to challenge old assumptions in order to lessen the prospects of such violence in the future. But what we cannot do is use this tragedy as one more occasion to turn on each other. That we cannot do. That we cannot do.

As we discuss these issues, let each of us do so with a good dose of humility. Rather than pointing fingers or assigning blame, let's use this occasion to expand our moral imaginations, to listen to each other more carefully, to sharpen our instincts for empathy and remind ourselves of all the ways that our hopes and dreams are bound together.

After all, that's what most of us do when we lose somebody in our family -- especially if the loss is unexpected. We're shaken out of our routines. We're forced to look inward. We reflect on the past: Did we spend enough time with an aging parent, we wonder. Did we express our gratitude for all the sacrifices that they made for us? Did we tell a spouse just how desperately we loved them, not just once in a while but every single day?

So sudden loss causes us to look backward -- but it also forces us to look forward; to reflect on the present and the future, on the manner in which we live our lives and nurture our relationships with those who are still with us.

We may ask ourselves if we've shown enough kindness and generosity and compassion to the people in our lives. Perhaps we question whether we're doing right by our children, or our community, whether our priorities are in order.

We recognize our own mortality, and we are reminded that in the fleeting time we have on this Earth, what matters is not wealth, or status, or power, or fame -- but rather, how well we have loved -- and what small part we have played in making the lives of other people better.

And that process -- that process of reflection, of making sure we align our values with our actions -- that, I believe, is what a tragedy like this requires.

For those who were harmed, those who were killed -- they are part of our family, an American family 300 million strong. We may not have known them personally, but surely we see ourselves in them. In George and Dot, in Dorwan and Mavy, we sense the abiding love we have for our own husbands, our own wives, our own life partners. Phyllis -- she's our mom or our grandma; Gabe our brother or son. In Judge Roll, we recognize not only a man who prized his family and doing his job well, but also a man who embodied America's fidelity to the law.

And in Gabby -- in Gabby, we see a reflection of our public-spiritedness; that desire to participate in that sometimes frustrating, sometimes contentious, but always necessary and never-ending process to form a more perfect union.

And in Christina -- in Christina we see all of our children. So curious, so trusting, so energetic, so full of magic. So deserving of our love. And so deserving of our good example.

If this tragedy prompts reflection and debate -- as it should -- let's make sure it's worthy of those we have lost. Let's make sure it's not on the usual plane of politics and point-scoring and pettiness that drifts away in the next news cycle.

The loss of these wonderful people should make every one of us strive to be better. To be better in our private lives, to be better friends and neighbors and coworkers and parents. And if, as has been discussed in recent days, their death helps usher in more civility in our public discourse, let us remember it is not because a simple lack of civility caused this tragedy -- it did not -- but rather because only a more civil and honest public discourse can help us face up to the challenges of our nation in a way that would make them proud.

We should be civil because we want to live up to the example of public servants like John Roll and Gabby Giffords, who knew first and foremost that we are all Americans, and that we can question each other's ideas without questioning each other's love of country and that our task, working together, is to constantly widen the circle of our concern so that we bequeath the American Dream to future generations.

They believed -- they believed, and I believe that we can be better. Those who died here, those who saved life here -- they help me believe. We may not be able to stop all evil in the world, but I know that how we treat one another, that's entirely up to us.

And I believe that for all our imperfections, we are full of decency and goodness, and that the forces that divide us are not as strong as those that unite us.

That's what I believe, in part because that's what a child like Christina Taylor Green believed.

Imagine -- imagine for a moment, here was a young girl who was just becoming aware of our democracy; just beginning to understand the obligations of citizenship; just starting to glimpse the fact that some day she, too, might play a part in shaping her nation's future. She had been elected to her student council. She saw public service as something exciting and hopeful. She was off to meet her congresswoman, someone she was sure was good and important and might be a role model. She saw all this through the eyes of a child, undimmed by the cynicism or vitriol that we adults all too often just take for granted.

I want to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as Christina imagined it. I want America to be as good as she imagined it. All of us -- we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children's expectations.

As has already been mentioned, Christina was given to us on September 11th, 2001, one of 50 babies born that day to be pictured in a book called "Faces of Hope." On either side of her photo in that book were simple wishes for a child's life. "I hope you help those in need," read one. "I hope you know all the words to the National Anthem and sing it with your hand over your heart." "I hope you jump in rain puddles."

If there are rain puddles in Heaven, Christina is jumping in them today. And here on this Earth -- here on this Earth, we place our hands over our hearts, and we commit ourselves as Americans to forging a country that is forever worthy of her gentle, happy spirit.

May God bless and keep those we've lost in restful and eternal peace. May He love and watch over the survivors. And may He bless the United States of America.

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