Thursday, November 13, 2008

Eatin' Crow -OR- Life's Tough Get a Helmet

Is anyone outside the "nuclear media" paying attention? Does trotting out sotted plants, paste-eaters and avunculars of the pundit class (or their wannabes)have any positive effect in getting peoples' heads where they need to be to move forward? Does any thinking person not understand that the constant churn and chumming by which the 24 hour news industry thrives is its only product?

By trivialization and dispersal, their function propels wasteland rather than knowledge. Showing the people how sausage is made is generally agreed to be a bad idea unless your goal is to put people off sausage. Showing the choice bits and exotic seasonings while rancid excrement is being piped into the casing isn't just dishonest, it's sickening. Our future's been dropped. It is being kicked around the floor, stepped on and abused. Why, oh why, is the fringe the only place where it's even mentioned?

When Jefferson stated it plainly, "If it were left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter." he failed to consider the full ramifications of having both, in spades.

I sit out here in the fringe contemplating our productivity and have faint hope that it's going to get better anytime soon. Right now it's just painful. D-fence! We need the ball, but there's still 67 days on the clock. I see nothing on the scorecard that hints that the stratergizing within the bunker will tend toward facilitating "Change". Too much time on the clock! The game is slipping away. The season is shot.
The R's are playing for draft choice and our media is lapping it up.

Fueling their base? Why can't the little bitches just own their shit sandwich?
Why isn't there a heaping platter of CROW being served and eaten? Enough with the historical significance, the historical references, the classification by genus and species. Just eat it, admit that the shit you pulled was done the wrong way, for the wrong people, for the wrong reasons and then maybe you can begin redefining your tainted brand identity. Oh yeah, and help clean up the refuse, stanky dumps and vomit piles you left behind after the party.

Because in ALL of the "coverage" what I haven't heard is RESPONSIBILITY, ACCOUNTABILITY, or HONESTY. Just third-rate sideshow shilling, shucking, ducking, whining, crying and blaming. Where's that standing tall, flag-waving, patriotic act you've been playing? I know it ain't pleasant, and I admit to looking forward to watching you eat the Misery Meal you've plated up, but you can't keep trying to feed it to the dog or hide in under your napkin.

Bon Appetit!

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