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Down The Middle - Nov 14, 2004 - Printable Version
- Scott Peterson Attacks Fallujah
by Down The Middle
Gooooooooood morning Iraq! It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day, so let’s get off our asses and go kill somebody...anybody...hell, I don’t care...kill everybody! And, if we hurry it up, maybe we’ll still have time to catch the ball game. The bad news of the day is not the news itself {sure it’s bad...but what else is new?}, it’s the people delivering it! The old saying goes, “Don’t shoot the messenger”, but in this case, at least we might be able to get another “soap opera” news story out of it...and that’s a whole ‘nother season, right there!
Once again, the Media is right on top of things with people like Marsha Clark {You remember her. She’s the one who couldn’t convict O.J., with a blood trail running from the the bodies all the way to the inside of his house.}, and some other notable losers who work for FOX, all sitting around, giving us their very best insight on the “stories” of the day. Why in the world these people think they are actually contributing anything meaningful to the discussion is beyond me. I guess if they’re paid a nice salary and get to be on TV, they somehow believe, they are a “star” and naturally assume their “rightful” standing of importance in the global community.
While our youth are busy killing and being killed in hell holes like Fallujah, we’re seeing video, over and over again, of people putting flowers and candles in front of the Peterson home, giving the American family something to talk about over dinner that will draw the American eye away from the battlefield. In fact, most networks seem to be keeping the war no higher than the number three spot on their news lineup. {After all, out here in Hooterville, we really don’t know any of those poor army kids, personally, do we?}
Even “Saving Private Ryan” has been “banned” by the now totally politicized FCC, putting networks under the threat of fines, thus preventing the good, clean citizens of the country from seeing what real war is all about. {You know...when someone’s legs go flying across the road...and they don’t go, with them.} I must admit, the FCC did have a valid reason for the censorship. It seems, someone in the movie says the “F” word {I didn’t even know the V.P. had done any acting} but even worse, our main man, Tom Hanks gets killed in the end! Hell’s bells! America can’t take that!
Who thought up all this subversive stuff, anyway? You can’t just go around reminding people how things really are! Are you sure Oliver Stone didn’t have anything to do with this movie? Maybe, there really wasn’t a beach landing at Normandy that turned the tide of Fascism in World War Two Europe. Maybe, Charlie Chaplin reeeally was Hitler! Maybe fascism is fun! Oh, sure. Call me crazy {everyone else does} but listen to my personal note about the local media and this Veterans’ week. {As if I wasn’t ticked enough already.}
My own father was somehow missing in action, in our small town, republican rag of a newspaper’s salute to the vets. It’s hard to say what happened. He was in there, last year with all the other veterans and, at the grand age of 84, I know he’s not only still alive {I saw him, just yesterday}, but still getting up every morning and going to work at his law practice and, as city attorney, he never misses a council meeting.
Wait a minute! You don’t suppose that this oversight could have anything to do with politics, do you? Surely, the “Editor” wouldn’t be harboring any old sentiments about the time ole John tried to keep them from printing the daily police report or “daily trash collection”, as I refer to it. {Mostly, “who got intoxicated and wound up, in a fight with their spouse” but also other important information like the occasional, “Picked up dead opossum from the middle of the road”}. Maybe, it’s just the continual reminder ole John presents to certain powerful businessmen of the city that they, too, must follow the law, although I have noticed, no matter how hard they seem to try, these wealthy “leaders” of the village and the socially brown nosed, there of, never quite seem to make this dirty little section of the paper.
It’s tough enough going out there every day, trying to scratch out a decent living, without the press harping on about trivial things such as the deficit, the environment, or the war. When a guy’s working hard for his family’s future, you just can’t tell him that he might not actually have one. Leave him alone. He’s got enough to worry about. Let him relax and watch the ball game. You know, it’s awful hard to keep your eyes on those pompoms, with everything else bouncing around in your mind.
I remember, as a little kid, when the adults knew you were lying, they would ask , “Are you telling a story?” Unfortunately, for the truth, that has become the question I am asking of the talking heads on my monitor, today. “Are you telling me a story?” {I sometimes still look in the mirror, to be sure that “Stupid” really isn’t written on my forehead.}
I suppose we all wish there were nicer stories to tell, these days...but ignoring them won’t make them go away...and kissin’ up to the powers that be {Did anyone else notice a stain on Wolf Blitzer’s blue jacket, the other day?} so that they can keep makin’ that great salary and, more importantly, in most cases, keep bein’ a “star”, won’t get you in the history books. At least, Keith Oberman has the good graces to throw his news script into the air, every show.
They say, the truth is the first casualty of war. In this case, I’d say, it was vital to the whole war plan. If these corporate controlled ninnies {ninnies?} had two cahones, between them and had actually done their job of reporting the truth to the American people.....well, I suppose, we would all have a little less worry and a little more time to relax, listen to a new song, plant Irises, or maybe just enjoy the fall foliage, as we nudge or way towards Christmas.
As it is, let the fools run to the malls, in their vain attempts to be an “undisturbed” American, in an “undisturbed” world. Let the towns be decorated with thousands of twinklely lights and some friendly fat guy in a red shirt who looks like he’s been nippin’ at the schnapps. {I don’t know how Michael Moore worked his way into this article, too.} Let the Media tell us, “Happy Holidays”, as they’re blowing smoke up our chimney about the state of affairs, concerning our country...I don’t care, anymore!
There are many people out there {More than 51% of the nation, if you “believe” what you hear in the Media.} who are terminally naive {dumb as a brick} or just plain “out in right field”. Let them believe what they want to believe {you can’t teach an old brick new tricks, anyway}, and let them be a “happy idiot”, if that’s what it takes to get up and go to work each day, but I’m stickin’ with the truth...if I can possibly find it.
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