| Nick Coleman: Buried In Inconvenient Truth |
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| Written by Mitch |
| Monday, 17 November 2008 19:19 |
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Indeed, I’ve pondered the notion of completely ignoring the doddering old duffer - a fate he truly deserves above all else. But on his record Nick Coleman truly does have one vast, ghastly, unatoned crime against morality, against “right”, even against what used to be called “journalistic ethics” in a time before the term became a weasel-word for “framework allowing journalists to justify pretty much anything they do”. His shameful, ghastly, ghoulish performance in the wake of the 35W bridge collapse. A quick timeline for those of you in whom time has sanded off the fury:
The scientists have spoken (over Jim Oberstar’s objections, natch); the collapse was the result of faulty - and opaque - calculations made when the bridge was designed, in 1967-68, as well as tons of construction equipment parked atop the bridge (doing, y’know, “maintenance”, the stuff that the Administration was criticized for not doing). Coleman’s response? ignore all those “experts”; my agenda trumps your facts!:
Especially when they are scientifically irrelevant.
The report, curiously, is silent on Nick Coleman’s non-sequitur juxtaposition of unrelated factoids to try to drum up a spurious, uninformed (indeed, disinformed) emotional reaction. Conspiracy? Let’s see, as he attempts to pull off the difficult Triple Non-Sequitur:
Pawlenty got the right answer for the exact cost of a “plan” that would likely not have prevented the bridge collapse in the first place, in other words.
None of which would have prevented the collapse!
All of which happened after the collapse!
No, Nick Coleman. His complaints were dead-on. You defamed him by trying to tie a general policy to a specific consequence… …which the NTSB has just shown is completely untrue.
The the same sense that it is perfectly fair to link the fact that Nick Coleman has a job to the decline of journalism? Sure. It’s perfectly logical; “if you fail to systematically unearth bad engineering” is to “bridges fall” as “journalism continues to erode into an agenda-driven exercise in partisanship” is to “Coleman has a gig”. Beyond that…?
Or he “may have” been leading a team of Israeli Commandos against a North Korean nuclear reactor in Zimbabwe, at about the time I “may have” been squiring Marisa Tomei about Manhattan and Nick Coleman “may have” been having unprotected conjugal relations with Larry Craig. “May have”; two words that give weasels the power to move mountains.
I’m dying to find out how, in Nick Coleman’s special little world, that’d be any worse than claiming - wrongly - to have solved the mystery based purely on political prejudice. Is it? I’m thinking “no”.
A point that is, I’m sure, unrelated: He was right. Nick Coleman was irredeemably wrong. The phrase ”Inconvenient Truth” has been stripped of meaning in the past few years. A pity.
Since Nick - longtime enemy of “ba-LAW-gers”, has adopted one of the most irritating blogging techniques (the. serial. periods. to. connote. emphasis.), perhaps it’s time to declare victory and leave the old dolt alone. The bridge did collapse. There is very little reason to believe any amount of spending would have involved retroactively analyzing the gusset plate design, or that any of the supposed upgrades would have prevented the collapse at all.
Sure. Perhaps Pawlenty should join with Jesse Ventura, E-Tink, Arne Carlson, Rudy Perpich, Al Quie, Wendell Anderson and, by the way, the ghost of Nick Coleman Senior, who was Speaker of the Minnesota House when the bridge was designed and built; perhaps that phalanx should admit the blazingly obvious, that mistakes happen and that government has never been able to repeal that fact, and move on to try to do things better. It’s probably more likely than the Star/Tribune making the same admission as Nick Coleman is chased from the building. ———- The Strib will never chase Nick Coleman from the building. But I will chase him from this blog. He is a doddering old fool, in the classical sense of the term “fool”, and is of no value to this community, to journalism… …or, really, to this blog, anymore. Fisking the old duffer has become a rote exercise. It’s like playing basketball against people on crutches. And so while there’s no way I will guarantee this promise, and there’s no way for anyone to enforce it, I retire from fisking Nick Coleman. A year after a bridge collapse that was the nadir of a career of mediocre petulance, Nick Coleman lived down to even the minuscule expectations I had of him. There is really nothing more to say about him; so I hereby wall off that cavern-full of thud-witted venality from my consciousness forevermore. Probably. Cross-posted at Shot in the Dark. Comments welcome. |



I’ve all but given up on fisking Nick Coleman. It’s like slapping a brain-damaged dog with a newspaper when he pees on your floor; it’s not like it’s going to actually affect anything.

