And how can you tell?
I was reading a Guardian article last night about the launch of the UK edition of the Huffington Post and followed the link to the site, expecting that it would be blocked as, I believed, the American site was. I did manage to access the site, but there was a lot of white space, suggesting that things which ought to have been appearing weren’t, and I wondered whether stories linked from the main site were being blocked.
The links all ended in .co.uk and I clicked on the link to the World news section which, as it turned out, was on the American Huffington Post site. The state of the place suggested that certain things were not getting through to me because there was also too much white space, but I could read the stories.
In one case, I did not go beyond the headline, but the story was about someone’s death being censored and the only person I could think of, whose death might be censored, was that appalling old waxwork, Jιάнg Zэμиn. I thought this might be some ridiculous story of the sort which is to be found in the National Inquirer, but this morning I see there’s a story about this on the BBC.
If the old zombie really has croaked, is much pomp and circumstance going to be made about it? Jиаνg was the first “elected” emperor, unlike his two predecessors who continued the usual tradition of being Emperor Dalek for life.
My suspicion is that this is just some rumour and nothing else, but the embalming fluid is probably sitting on the bedside table. The sensible and mature thing would be to announce that the old boy is live and twitching to counter such rumours rather than to censor such stories, which, in my mind, merely fuels the rumour mill.
I was wondering the other day if Confucius based his philosophy on the misinterpretation of the behaviour of chickens. As I’ve said before, the Empire is like a big chicken coop. Whereas I would see that as a tyranny, each bird bullying the ones inferior to it, Confucius interpreted the behaviour of the chickens in the wrong direction by concluding that the inferior birds were showing respect to their superiors. (Yes, I’m just making it up, but it wouldn’t surprise me if that really was the genesis of Confucianism.)