Once more on my daily awakening from slumber, I quickly scanned the British Television's morning news outlets to
catch-up on the doses of information that somebody I have never met deems important to me.
Rick Astley -an aging English singer from the eighties is performing at the annual Glastonbury Festival alongside the
Queens Of The Stone Age. A gay Television Presenter quit a morning show and is somehow in the bad-books with
other announcers in his trade and the railways are on strike again.
It's the emergence of summer when that magical word 'News' -a miscellaneous jumble of events are decided on by
faceless editorial staff believe is important to that waning group of people who still cleave to the notion that such
visually-enhanced articles actually effects them, is rolled out in an entirely different manner from the day before.
Gone is the wealthy comedian/actor-cum-President of a Slavic realm, away is the world-travelling disease that can
only be conquered over and over again with the same vaccine and the invasion from outer-space is merely left to
sky-screamers like Jeremy Corbell and George Knapp to pontificate upon.
Climate Change...? Since it cast off its previous moniker of 'global warming' and slammed-up against an oil-stifling
narrative about war and the public becoming aware that electric cars glean their energy from places not conducive
with Greta's hungry Polar Bear getting wet, the topic isn't being listed in the top-ten of forced-narratives due to
audiences becoming bored with it. T-shirt-wearing Volodymyr knows this and so does the lab-coated scientists
who once talked about a bad flu.
There was a time -not too long ago, when we were all indoctrinated into believing that 'news' must always take the
form of unpleasant emotive information and even if such knowledge had no bearing on one's life, it must be held
in serious regard. On the heels of this faith, we are also to accept that those who serve up these stunted indications
of negative portrayals are somehow of a higher calibre of the 'average person' the constantly patronise with slight
innuendo that 'the-man-on-the-street' is somehow responsible.
The drying pool of Journalism is causing this recent type of crazy lashing-out with weekly or daily ominous items
and today's cult of Establishment is still confident that their banal word-smithed offerings will bring back their
dwindling audiences. Social media didn't just arrive due to the internet, it was born from the lazy behaviour of
a group of people who believed they had a monopoly on what they thought was good enough to serve up under
the banner of news.
Climate Change is Zelensky is UAPS is Elon Musk is some News Reader with cancer is a Vegas Mass-Shooter
is Donald Trump. When this is realised by the mainstream media as purile fodder that is no longer effective as
a tactic to keep their jobs, then maybe... just maybe, they can leave their desks and venture into the real rarely
-trodden jungle of news-gathering
Now... here Bernice with the weather.
catch-up on the doses of information that somebody I have never met deems important to me.
Rick Astley -an aging English singer from the eighties is performing at the annual Glastonbury Festival alongside the
Queens Of The Stone Age. A gay Television Presenter quit a morning show and is somehow in the bad-books with
other announcers in his trade and the railways are on strike again.
It's the emergence of summer when that magical word 'News' -a miscellaneous jumble of events are decided on by
faceless editorial staff believe is important to that waning group of people who still cleave to the notion that such
visually-enhanced articles actually effects them, is rolled out in an entirely different manner from the day before.
Gone is the wealthy comedian/actor-cum-President of a Slavic realm, away is the world-travelling disease that can
only be conquered over and over again with the same vaccine and the invasion from outer-space is merely left to
sky-screamers like Jeremy Corbell and George Knapp to pontificate upon.
Climate Change...? Since it cast off its previous moniker of 'global warming' and slammed-up against an oil-stifling
narrative about war and the public becoming aware that electric cars glean their energy from places not conducive
with Greta's hungry Polar Bear getting wet, the topic isn't being listed in the top-ten of forced-narratives due to
audiences becoming bored with it. T-shirt-wearing Volodymyr knows this and so does the lab-coated scientists
who once talked about a bad flu.
There was a time -not too long ago, when we were all indoctrinated into believing that 'news' must always take the
form of unpleasant emotive information and even if such knowledge had no bearing on one's life, it must be held
in serious regard. On the heels of this faith, we are also to accept that those who serve up these stunted indications
of negative portrayals are somehow of a higher calibre of the 'average person' the constantly patronise with slight
innuendo that 'the-man-on-the-street' is somehow responsible.
The drying pool of Journalism is causing this recent type of crazy lashing-out with weekly or daily ominous items
and today's cult of Establishment is still confident that their banal word-smithed offerings will bring back their
dwindling audiences. Social media didn't just arrive due to the internet, it was born from the lazy behaviour of
a group of people who believed they had a monopoly on what they thought was good enough to serve up under
the banner of news.
Climate Change is Zelensky is UAPS is Elon Musk is some News Reader with cancer is a Vegas Mass-Shooter
is Donald Trump. When this is realised by the mainstream media as purile fodder that is no longer effective as
a tactic to keep their jobs, then maybe... just maybe, they can leave their desks and venture into the real rarely
-trodden jungle of news-gathering
Now... here Bernice with the weather.
Read The TV Guide, yer' don't need a TV.