Something has bothered me over the past month....reviewing various mass media outlets and the amount of "news" going out to the public. So I sat and pondered....and realized our ruin.
First, the media came around with this 'expert' of every shape and variety. The CNN guy says missiles....and then from behind the curtain comes this guy who is a so-called expert on missiles. Four minutes will pass and then the topic is the Swiss Army....and then some Swiss Army experts steps out. Four minutes will pass and then the subject will be peanuts in Texas, and this Texas peanut farmer will step out. After a while, you start to question the experts because you realize they left out valuable information or told you some things that just weren't true.
Second, the lack of no-opinion news. Frankly, you can't find any network news now, that offers no-opinion. Fox may claim some status, but frankly, it's not true. So you start to label news in a fashion that really doesn't say anything positive.
Third, the we-can-be-trusted mental state. Do you often get this feeling that they simply want all-out belief and trust over their news....as if they can't screw it up? I get that feeling five or six times a day....as I flip through the channels.
Fourth, one-size-fits-all-consumer. I sit there on some news shows....and watch this guy take everyone through some topics....assuming that folks are up on this subject. Once or twice a week....I'll watch a news episode where they start at the rock bottom and try to bring everyone up to a moderate level. So to get something out of the episode....you have to accept the fact that they have to start at different levels and just hope you fit.
Fifth, The carrying of a dead story for days or weeks. After about four days of the Haiti earthquake news....I basically had enough. I noticed that the Chile earthquake was barely mentioned for three days and they basically ran from the story as quickly as possible. The Hollywood stories? Same way....after four days, I didn't care about the Tiger story anymore.
Sixth, Oprah as a sales device. Frankly, this ability to tie "legends" to news or media....just doesn't work anymore. I don't care about Tiger, Oprah, or Lady Gaga.
Seventh, helping to make senators and representatives into Hollywood legends. In 1978, if you could remember four senators (one was always Teddy Kennedy).....you were lucky. Today, we know forty senators and probably twenty representatives. Does it really help any? I think you know the answer.
Eight, never admit a mistake mentality. After a while, you realize that the news media is screwing up....but they really can't say 'sorry'. Rather than learn from the mistake....they simply move onto the next mistake. The only way to fix this problem? Actually turn the TV off and let it stay off.
Ninth, eighty-eight pounds of political news each day. Frankly, MSNBC has burned every bridge possible and the vast majority of their news fits into that mess. Fox News has around eighty percent....so even their power curve is starting to become a problem.
Tenth, assuming science is too difficult to explain or investigate. After a decade of global warming....you start to ask questions but the media doesn't want these questions. Rather than take a major topic and press it into details and make the science crowd explain global warming turned into global warming, and now global warming appears to have turned into global cooling....we instead get this vision of climate change....which explains everything.
On it's own...the media has ruined a number of things...and the truth is that we kinda watched it go this direction, and never said anything much until it was too late. And now? Animal Planet is a fine replacement for news programs...in my humble mind.
Thursday, 15 April 2010
A Problem in the Hands of the Innocent
Sometimes, you come across one of those articles...that makes you ponder for a while. Some woman in Britain is reporting that she has been diagnosed by a doctor....to having a persistent genital arousal disorder....after she fell off her Wii Fitness board. She says....she damaged a nerve.
This gal...who we will leave unamed....lives in Manchester, England, and says that she has these intense sexual urges up to ten times a day.
It'll apparently occur just about anywhere....for any reason....like a "twinge" building up and before she knows it....it turns into a "trembling orgasm."
Doctors are saying that these type of sensations can last hours, days or even weeks.
I sat here for a while and pondered over this issue. Certainly, it sounds like folks ought to avoid the Wii Fitness Board at all cost....especially if they were from Bama...otherwise, they could become injured and be fairly aroused all the time. Imagine, some gal working at Wal-Mart....all up into this disorder. Imagine Carla at the Catfish Cabin....with this disorder and trying to handle your order. Put yourself in the shoes of Ellen at the Dollar General Store...trying to handle your purchase when an attack occurs.
I believe that the Wii folks need to put a work of warning on the side of the box...."Intense Orgasms possible with this item". Tis is the only way to protect folks.
This gal...who we will leave unamed....lives in Manchester, England, and says that she has these intense sexual urges up to ten times a day.
It'll apparently occur just about anywhere....for any reason....like a "twinge" building up and before she knows it....it turns into a "trembling orgasm."
Doctors are saying that these type of sensations can last hours, days or even weeks.
I sat here for a while and pondered over this issue. Certainly, it sounds like folks ought to avoid the Wii Fitness Board at all cost....especially if they were from Bama...otherwise, they could become injured and be fairly aroused all the time. Imagine, some gal working at Wal-Mart....all up into this disorder. Imagine Carla at the Catfish Cabin....with this disorder and trying to handle your order. Put yourself in the shoes of Ellen at the Dollar General Store...trying to handle your purchase when an attack occurs.
I believe that the Wii folks need to put a work of warning on the side of the box...."Intense Orgasms possible with this item". Tis is the only way to protect folks.
The Man Who Would Not Be Mayor
The city council up in Tracy City, Tenn will have to pick a new mayor now. Normally, this kind of story wouldn't really matter. But the funny thing is that they just had an election. The problem from the election is that some dead guy (he'd been dead more than just a week or two)....won.
The dead guy....Carl Robin Geary....got around 268 votes. The second person in this two-way vote...got 85 votes.
The city council will fix the problem by appointment....but then this leaves you to pondering.
I grew up in the south, and can readily admit that this could happen in any community. There are several reasons to this situation.
First, when you show up to vote....and look at the ballot....it's often hard to visualize who you are voting for. You might have even been a fishing buddy of the guy or the pall bearer.....but then you are standing looking at their name on the ballot, and without a bit of thinking...you mark it. In your mind....ever how crazy it sounds....you know the guy and haven't connected all the dots that he's been dead for two weeks.
Second, in a two-way race....in a small town especially...between a dead guy and a possibly disliked second candidate....there's this southern logic that you ought to vote for the dead guy.
Third, if the dead guy was a Democrat and the second living candidate is a Republican...you'd naturally vote for the dead guy. Don't ask me why, but we southerners do have this tendency.
Fourth, there's this promise business. If you promised the dead guy back four months ago that you'd vote for him...as a true southerner...you can't back out of your deal. You gotta carry out your promise.
Fifth and final....some folks who really hate local politics and the various arguments that erupt in town hall....may think that a dead mayor solves alot of the problems.
The bad thing about this deal...is some guy already wrote the obituary on Carl. It would have been the cherry on the cake....just to insert "elected mayor" into this and Carl's relatives would have been a bit perked up as it appeared in the newspaper.
So out there...at the gates of heaven....stands Carl and he's looking down on this whole thing. He probably had bold ideas and fresh initiatives...and a new firetruck on his to-do list. In the end, this is just another one of life's little twists and turns.
The dead guy....Carl Robin Geary....got around 268 votes. The second person in this two-way vote...got 85 votes.
The city council will fix the problem by appointment....but then this leaves you to pondering.
I grew up in the south, and can readily admit that this could happen in any community. There are several reasons to this situation.
First, when you show up to vote....and look at the ballot....it's often hard to visualize who you are voting for. You might have even been a fishing buddy of the guy or the pall bearer.....but then you are standing looking at their name on the ballot, and without a bit of thinking...you mark it. In your mind....ever how crazy it sounds....you know the guy and haven't connected all the dots that he's been dead for two weeks.
Second, in a two-way race....in a small town especially...between a dead guy and a possibly disliked second candidate....there's this southern logic that you ought to vote for the dead guy.
Third, if the dead guy was a Democrat and the second living candidate is a Republican...you'd naturally vote for the dead guy. Don't ask me why, but we southerners do have this tendency.
Fourth, there's this promise business. If you promised the dead guy back four months ago that you'd vote for him...as a true southerner...you can't back out of your deal. You gotta carry out your promise.
Fifth and final....some folks who really hate local politics and the various arguments that erupt in town hall....may think that a dead mayor solves alot of the problems.
The bad thing about this deal...is some guy already wrote the obituary on Carl. It would have been the cherry on the cake....just to insert "elected mayor" into this and Carl's relatives would have been a bit perked up as it appeared in the newspaper.
So out there...at the gates of heaven....stands Carl and he's looking down on this whole thing. He probably had bold ideas and fresh initiatives...and a new firetruck on his to-do list. In the end, this is just another one of life's little twists and turns.
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