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This piece is nothing more and nothing less than another piece of snark at just how blatantly the Mainstream Media has been lying to us these past couple of years (even more noticeably since the tail-end of 2019, as the current Plague-Era began to take hold).
I'm not singling out any particular subject, be it politics, or sociopolitical issues, or anything else -- quite frankly, any or all of them can fit to a greater or lesser degree.
Indeed, the constant mendacity now covers so many angles and so many subjects, that you can pretty much take your pick, and the basic premise I am making in this piece will still have greater or lesser degrees of validity, I think.
There was a time, when the so-called "Fourth Estate" at least tried to hide it, or at least pay some sort of lip-service to fairness and balance. These days I see almost no difference between TV news, and the pissant, good-only-for-bird cage-liner rags sold next to the supermarket checkout. Quite frankly, the media do not have peoples' best interests at heart, and haven't been for quite some time. The Fourth Estate has indeed morphed into a Fifth Column.
Both William Randolph Hearst ("Never argue with a man, who buys ink by the barrel") and Peter Pulitzer would be astounded at just how far it's gone...
Might as well just make all stories about Bat Boy and get it over with. (rolls eyes)
Still, one of the things I have come to resent the most is the feeling that you can't really trust what anyone tries to tell you anymore. There is this unique paranoia, and feeling of overall unreality that I can last remember living through during the nuclear paranoia of the Early Eighties... Around the time, when I first heard Siouxsie and the Banshees' 1982 breakthrough album: A Kiss in the Dreamhouse, or "Heat of the Moment" by Asia was all over the radio (also in 1982).
I'm not singling out any particular subject, be it politics, or sociopolitical issues, or anything else -- quite frankly, any or all of them can fit to a greater or lesser degree.
Indeed, the constant mendacity now covers so many angles and so many subjects, that you can pretty much take your pick, and the basic premise I am making in this piece will still have greater or lesser degrees of validity, I think.
There was a time, when the so-called "Fourth Estate" at least tried to hide it, or at least pay some sort of lip-service to fairness and balance. These days I see almost no difference between TV news, and the pissant, good-only-for-bird cage-liner rags sold next to the supermarket checkout. Quite frankly, the media do not have peoples' best interests at heart, and haven't been for quite some time. The Fourth Estate has indeed morphed into a Fifth Column.
Both William Randolph Hearst ("Never argue with a man, who buys ink by the barrel") and Peter Pulitzer would be astounded at just how far it's gone...
Might as well just make all stories about Bat Boy and get it over with. (rolls eyes)
Still, one of the things I have come to resent the most is the feeling that you can't really trust what anyone tries to tell you anymore. There is this unique paranoia, and feeling of overall unreality that I can last remember living through during the nuclear paranoia of the Early Eighties... Around the time, when I first heard Siouxsie and the Banshees' 1982 breakthrough album: A Kiss in the Dreamhouse, or "Heat of the Moment" by Asia was all over the radio (also in 1982).
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