Banana Peels

... and the award for best exploitative photojournalism goes to ...

... this photo. It appeared yesterday on the front page of the Las Vegas Review-Journal. The caption reads: "Panorama Towers is shown in Las Vegas on Sunday as a commercial airliner flies in the distance." The excuse for running the photo was an FAA warning that the city's building boom could complicate Southern Nevada flight traffic decades from now. Uh-huh ...

... and speaking of appearances ...

The term Banana Republic has appeared many times on this blog. It refers of course to the U.S. of A. The first time was five years ago -- on Nov. 17, 2003 -- in an item about the unfinished business of the 9/11 commission, like so:

"Track the progression from last week's headlines: 9/11 Panel May Reject Offer of Limited Access to Briefings (Nov. 7), Panel Reaches Deal on Access to 9/11 Papers (Nov. 11), Deal on 9/11 Briefings Lets White House Edit Papers (Nov. 13). ... Why shouldn't the maximum leader of a developing banana republic be entitled to sanitize the records?"

The next time was two months later -- on Feb. 8, 2004 -- in an item describing Tim Russert's truly lousy interview of the Bullshitter-in-Chief as "one more confirmation that the United States is being turned into a Banana Republic."

Many such references have followed, as I say. But why bring them up now? Because yesterday Paul Krugman posted a blog item headlined "OK, we are a banana republic" -- and, no joke, I trust his judgment. His friend's remark was the lovely kicker: "We've become a banana republic with nukes." It could have gone with the photo.

(Crossposted at HuffPo)

September 30, 2008 8:30 PM | | Comments (1)

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By ric carter on October 1, 2008 11:23 PM

Y'all are giving a bad name to honest banana republics like Guatemala and Honduras. Their soldiers and cops had much snappier uniforms. No, what we've got here now in the USA is a plain old Zaire-style kleptocracy, where the rulers can aim the money spout in whatever direction they wish, then run for exile when the cash flow dries up.

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