Posts Tagged ‘Journalism.’

From my latest year of closely following the media, modern journalists, news outlets, I am struck mostly by the lack of what they actually tell us, the public. It seems to be getting worse every day.

The questions that go unanswered, the details not revealed, the matters that receive no follow-through (it seems the media powers that be have the attention span of a fruit fly and, like most insects, they are quickly besotted by every new light source, no matter how fleeting or inconsequential, a sniff of blood, a quick bite, and they move on, (to mix metaphors – which they too love) like wild dogs who maul one sheep after another without actually devouring any kind of meaningful meal.

Still, I know from personal experience, Journos are worked like sweat-shop laborers, pushed to the limit to churn out crap to suit their masters. So, I can’t really blame them – it’s the system that’s rotten.

Well, perhaps I can.

Cogs in the mechanism, obeying orders, pulled by gravity, stuck to the muddy ground, here and now, they report the shit of everyday existence back to the public in the way they are told to, the way the public likes, apparently, what sells. … What sells? Souls.

Nürnberg blasphemed, yet again.

You know what, motherfucker, I’m kinda glad that you haven’t replied to my sincerely written endeavour. When I remember what you represent. … Hmm.

I offered of myself, a piece of my heart and soul. You chose to ignore, disregard. Sigh, what a waste. But, hey, then again, I always knew that what you produce has always repulsed me, now you yourself repulse me too.

I have loftier ambitions than you could fathom. I want to change the world for the better, to enlighten and inform, broaden horizons and inspire. You just want to regurgitate bile and crap, the lowest common denominator, the basest stories of human experience, here and now, so very local and narrow. Fuck you, editors. You make your worker bees churn out shit quick-fire, mindless and painful, like diarrhea.

Redemption possible?

All it would take would be a simple, short reply, one way or the other, let me know where you stand. But obviously that is beneath you, so important in your mediocrity and baseness, you’re oblivious now to decency and “common sense”.

Your loss.

Your newspapers suck.

Your newspapers suck people further into inevitable depression, despair and death.

I don’t want to be part of the vicious-circle cancer you’ve bought into.

After all, I just got out of prison. I’m free.