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Edited on Sat Nov-28-09 09:28 PM by NanceGreggs
It seems that along with the Colbert-coined phrase “truthiness”, another word should be added to our lexicon: “Newsiness”.
Definition: The recounting of events, as presented by the current crop of mainstream news broadcasters, that almost smacks of being accurate reportage of stories of import – only kinda sorta, not really, you’d almost think so, but …
No one could argue that what is passed off as the news these days is in any way wanting in terms of quantity. There’s plenty of it for those strong-of-stomach and weak-of-mind – a veritable cornucopia of endless blathering, available 24/7 for those prone to insomnia, those infamous couch-potatoes who will watch anything that purports to be “news” as they use their remote to round-the-horn one last time before falling asleep.
But quality? Oh, well, now you’re asking for something that you can’t hear, given that the background noise – a combination of the sound of the death knell of true journalism, along with the whirring of Walter Cronkite and Edward R. Murrow spinning endlessly in their graves – tends to obliterate any actual news reporting that might, albeit inadvertently, occur.
Not being a “TV journalist” myself, I’m not sure what awards system is in place for the recognition of excellence – or even above-average mediocrity – in today’s world. But if there is a statuette awarded for Accuracy in Reporting, it’s last recipient was undoubtedly a weatherman in Bumfuck, Montana, who announced at 5:17 a.m. on April 26, 2005, that Big Ed’s Fishful Thinking Emporium on Transit Road was having a spring sale on bait (which it actually was), thereby accidentally allowing a fact – (and without any accompanying editorializing about same) – to be sent out over the airwaves to be heard by the twelve Bumfuck residents who were tuned-in at the time.
Perhaps, by virtue of my not being aware of the criteria for such awards, I am ignorant of the categories in which present-day “journalists” compete. But I’m guessing they include Best Use of a Crowd Scene Meant to Mislead the Viewers, Creative Editing of an Interview (a.k.a. the “Out of Context” plaque), and the coveted Don’t Ask Me, I’m Just a Teleprompter Reader award for bubble-headedness deemed to be above and beyond the call of demonstrating one’s personal ignorance and stupidity for all the world to see.
Given the aforementioned, I just wanted to go on record as declaring the following to the powers-that-be who, for worse or even worser, control the news media…
I am not the least bit interested in what Dick/Liz or ANY Cheney, John McCain, Billy-Boy Kristol, David Frum, et al have to say about anything.
I am equally uninterested in how many people showed up at Sarah Palin’s most recent book-signing, what Levi Johnston has to say about that, or who will be wearing who at this year’s Teddy Awards.
If I want to be apprised as to whether this is the coldest/warmest November on record, I will GO TO THE ACTUAL STATISTICS – and not Sean Hannity’s mindless meandanderings on same.
If I actually wanted to know what was going on in politics, I wouldn’t – no, not in a million years, and then some – turn to CNN’s “Best Political Team” for the information I seek. Quite frankly, I’d be better off going to the Bumfuck, Montana, website and reading what Big Ed has to say on the topic.
Candy Crowley, Campbell Brown, Anderson Cooper, Bill O’Reilly, Wolf Blitzer – Geraldo Rivera (for Christ’s sake!) – these are the “journalists” whose opinion I should be listening to? Well, fuck me gently with a wire brush, but – well, I’d actually prefer being fucked with a wire brush than listen to these idiots proffer their “take” on anything more meaningful than my Aunt Camille’s lime-jello-with-caraway-seeds contribution to Thanksgiving dinner, and society as a whole.
If I felt an overwhelming desire for opinion along with my news, I would conduct an impromptu survey of my fellow subway-riders during rush hour – ya know, those people who are actually impacted by manufacturing plants closing their doors – rather than the airheads (all of whom are pulling down six-figure-a-year salaries or more) – who pervade my TV screen 24/7 and babble on and on, as though they know what it’s like to find a pink slip tucked inside your last pay envelope, as though they know how it feels to realize coverage of your life-or-death medical tests have been denied by your insurer, as though they know (or care) what’s going on in the real world beyond runaway brides, Angelina Jolie’s last rant, a saga about a boy-in-a-balloon, and how Obama is destroying American life as we know it – or once knew it, before airheads got access to the media.
Let’s get down to the fact of the matter – and we can deal with this quickly, because there is only one fact at play here: The news IS the news. It is a series of events, statements, occurrences and/or government and/or local actions that impact the lives of the citizenry. It is ideally presented to the public without editorializing, political bias, fabrication, trick-of-the-eye videotape splicing, non-facts being proferred as facts, statistics taken out of someone’s ass, “reliable sources” being Twittering twits and/or Facebook philosophers, AND the “opinions” of people who are long on microphones and studio time and short on even a modicum of integrity.
In short, if we actually wanted your opinion, we’d ask for it. And given the caliber of those offering their opinion, not to worry – we won’t be asking for it anytime soon.
“Are you talkin’ to ME? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?”
All I can say is that if you are indeed talking to me, you’re talking to someone who doesn’t give a flyin’ fuck what you have to say – and I’m hardly alone in that stance. I am MILLIONS strong in holding that opinion. And you’ve got – oh, yeah, Wolf Blitzer.
Well, as one real journalist once said, “Good night – and good luck.”
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