A rant about electronic media |
Do you really expect me to believe that I need an OUT THE DOORCAST, or that only scary black men commit crimes? That drug dealers do not exist in the neat safe suburbs where you certainly reside with lawns as manicured as your upper middle class fingers? I am tired of the "in your face" weather reports where mine is hotter or colder than yours. The teases that you use, like cheap exotic dancers used to pique my interest, leave me just as unfulfilled as a lap dance. Designed to keep me in fear. Does it really matter to me about the avalanche in Boulder, Colorado when I live in the mild winters of southwest PA? Oh I have a great deal of sympathy for those who have suffered, been hurt or killed mind you, but I would prefer to be informed, not a witness to the mayhem and destruction. You must feel a great need to shove it down my throat. Can we please just have a weather forecast? Does it always have to come from the SEVERE WEATHER CENTER or STORM TEAM SO and SO with your hyped graphics and exaggerations? Competitive weather forecasting leaves me as cold as the blustery February winds that blow where I live. Wind chill is a manufactured term and really only applies if I am standing naked in the wind. Hopefully Mom instilled a little more sense in me than to do something like that. Oh I get it, you want to scare me. After all who can turn away from a scary movie or a really good horror novel? You understand that I cannot turn away or put the book down so you crank it up another notch to keep me glued in my seat. The profitability of the drivel you serve helps to pay for the helicopter that continued to fly above my home with fuel that costs over $5.00 a gallon (and burns it like a crack head at a free crack party) for two hours to film a water main break. Slow news day for you an irritating day for me. How exciting was that and how many people were affected? The 200 hundred homes turned their taps on that morning probably realized that there might be a problem. Did we really have to see the 360 degree still cam view of it all? Is BREAKING NEWS really breaking when it happened four hours ago? Or is it you just trying to fill the holes in your day with bullshit in mine? The car wreck with the roof and doors cut off by the jaws of life that you so conveniently forget to disclose. The damage far lighter than what your pictures show. Oh I forgot, "if it bleeds, it leads Does your investigative reporter get off when he hunts down the poor bastard who just screwed his whole life up by making a poor decision that will cost him everything? I am talking in particular about the local Lutheran Minister who was caught on tape leaving an adult book store. The Investigative Reporters teasers on the local channel drove him to suicide a few days later. The investigative reporter became the judge and jury for a good man who did nothing illegal, nothing more than make a poor choice. The Investigative Reporter drew his digital sword and decapitated a man who had worked his whole life loving God and surely doing more good than harm. The stations reaction was swift and firm. The Investigative Reporter was sent to his room and grounded for a week. He lives and works today under the electronic guise of a muckraker "being on my side". Heaven help me, I am sure that I have done worse than the late Pastor. The point is that they are trying to keep me in fear. I hope that he doesn't stick that microphone into my face, I am sure that I would crumble like a leaf that has been sprayed with agent orange. Is that microphone really that powerful? Who has investigated their investigative reporter? Please shove that microphone into the face of another bereaved mother on Charles Street who's son has just been needlessly killed by a gang member. More black on black violence that will eventually turn to black on white violence or so it is inferred, perhaps that gated community is a wise choice after all. Follow up on the story and ask at the arraignment of her sons' killer if she now feels a sense of closure. Who invents this horse hockey? Is there someone on your staff who dreams this stuff up? Shame on you, you digital whores. You electronic prostitutes of the truth, who have sold their souls for a bigger piece of the ratings. Journalists my German ass! Did your parents realize what they were paying for when they sent you to college? Did they teach you how to be so callous, so unkind? Perhaps you were abducted by aliens who performed compassion bypass surgery on you and then drugged you to make you forget what was done to you. You might be one anal probe from insanity. How can you lack any degree of introspection. Did you ever think that your life would be so trivial and meaningless? You are all like the bully who lived up the street when I was a child. He ruled by fear, innuendo and intimidation, as full of bluster and bullshit as you are. I learned to not be afraid of him by looking him square in the eyes and telling him that I didn't buy it anymore and I wasn't going to pay any attention to what he said anymore. Get a grip. CLICK!!!!!!. I just smote them with my remote |