Richard Silverstein, the clown prince of Israel haters, posted a pathetic kvetch on his blog this week. Seems the DouchebloggerTM is mystified why local media aren’t clamoring to hear him prattle about his upcoming anti-Israel BDS “event”. In fact they are avoiding him, blowing him off, not taking his calls, have to wash their hair etc.
Says the perplexed Silverstein…
I’ve tried to interest local media outlets in covering the BDS event I’m organizing this Friday night. So far I’ve failed. Repeated efforts to reach KUOW’s public affairs programming staff and Dave Ross of KIRO Radio have fallen flat.
The befuddled blogger goes on to note that
My failure with the Seattle Times is especially instructive. I prepared a draft for an op-ed and submitted it. Today, Sharon Chan, the assistant op-ed editor replied:
“Thank you for the op-ed submission. I’m sorry but we won’t be able to use it. It’s my fault – I didn’t read the initial email note from you closely enough and we don’t run op-eds that specifically call for boycotts. My apologies.”
A Puzzled Silverstein ponders…
I asked her to point me to the policy so that I could explore it. She hasn’t replied.
First of all don’t wait by the phone Richard, she’s not calling you back. But don’t trouble yourself too much over it; we’ll explain what’s going on. You see, they probably think you are insane… and the thing is this, serious radio hosts and print media don’t usually like interviewing insane people (unless it’s for a comedy bit). Your race infused Tourette’s like outbursts certainly haven’t helped. Here’s a tip; people who call African Americans with whom they disagree “negro” or “Uncle Tom” are not going to get many gigs outside of Stormfront or Al Jazeera.
Or perhaps they were put off by your rant against Gazan activist Sally Idwedar for daring to criticize Hamas. It could be they were creeped out by your harassing a woman for videotaping a public lecture. They might have been repulsed by the way you blame Israel when a Jew is murdered by terrorists. Or maybe, just maybe they heard about how you accused your synagogue secretary of secretly conspiring to divulge your son’s Bar Mitzvah date.
If I were a betting man, I would say it was the Bar Mitzvah conspiracy theory thing that put you over the top, but that’s just a guess.
In any case, don’t fret, the usual cast of senior citizen hippies and angry, unemployed radical vegans will still show up to your Israel obsessed extravaganza. Have fun