We see how firmly the media is controlled and how beautifully it is orchestrated whenever there’s a legal set-to between Moslems and anyone else.
Any such a confrontation, bombing, attempted bombing, mass murder, roadside bombing, acid attack, or anything else is immediately followed by a burst of accusations and headlines. “Moslems deeply concerned about anti-Moslem backlash.” is typical. “Alleged terrorist was set up by the F.B.I. Not really guilty.” is another common ploy.
When we see the speed and power of the Moslem P.R. machine, it’s hard not to be impressed. We can be thankful if we have the ability to understand that there’s a lot of money changing hands behind the scenes when we see the scripts for the talking heads so quickly written and recited by them.
Still, the simple among us continue to ignore the obvious, that bribes are rampant, and endlessly ask, “How can the media be so blind? How can they be so wrong?”
Slow Saturday. Time for a Ted Turner Soul Watch.
In the last few days, Ted Turner has been making the usual news-room rounds, this time telling the world that China’s one-child policy should be mandated everywhere. Otherwise, he warns, the world will run out of space, the climate get too warm, land masses will begin to sink, and we will all die.
Odd that Ted only says things like that in the United States. But, every month or so, he’s trotted out so that the despised middle classes be given the sense of impending doom that he feels we deserve. Ted dispenses his stale, liberal bromides, and then returns to wherever he stays between outings. It is not too great a stretch of the imagination to picture him hanging by his heels in a cave with lots of similarly employed shadows of people, each waiting a turn to bloviate when it’s their turn to make the news-room rounds.
It’s also not hard to imagine that his soul is circling a drain. We can picture it gaining speed as it descends down the spiral, drawing closer to the drop-down point, quickly dropping below the level where it can even be brought back to the surface with a plunger, with every media round of appearances.
The process is familiar. It begins when we hear yet another media flack say, “Be sure to stay tuned! Ted Turner is dropping by!”. His seating having been arranged during an intervening commercial, that announcement is soon followed by an enthusiastic, astonished, “Here’s Ted Turner! He’s with us, now! Ted, thank you for dropping by.” Then Ted, wrinkles filled in by enough pancake make-up to make a large waffle of a stack of flapjacks, recites a few tired, liberal cliches.
Then, after he’s established his credentials as a genuine intellectual, Ted looks very serious. He gives the by-then practically lobotomized viewers the usual, dire warnings that they are in imminent danger of being wiped off the face of the earth by some Imaginary Problem or another that only Ted, and a few other similarly enlightened minds, can truly understand.
When he’s finished, the few, and universally simple-minded viewers remaining, are relieved to hear the flack’s inevitable conclusion: “Ted, thank you for letting us know that we’re all going to be dead, soon. We’re going to be self-exterminated, and it sounds as if our deaths are going to be especially painful. But, we deserve it, since we’re bringing it upon our selves by our own lack of concern, our low intelligence, and the uncontrollable selfishness that’s turned us, basically, into a nation of wallowing swine. All of us appreciate your words of wisdom. I know I do! Ted, thank you for dropping by!”.
Ted knows he’s getting closer to the end. Prattling his chauffeured way from one TV studio to another in a state of automatic psycho-babble is about all he can do. Soon, he’ll be gone. One hopes, though doubts, that he can control his vanity long enough to ask forgiveness for having told so many, many lies.
