As the well established routine requires, now, two days after the latest Terror ‘be-in’, when pressure cookers have been added to the list of box cutters and baggy men’s underwear as the being the worst weapons of mass destruction, the electronic media is busy at work pulling almost every kind of programmed method of persuasion seemingly out of its ass. One has to consider the amount of man hours, whoop’s, woman hours that go into one of these internationally televised tirades. Do they tell our news reporter diffident presidential place keeper to keep certain dates open? It seems that all bases are covered from the GMO’s, that’s Good Morning America crowd, to the AJ conspiracy fringe? Hey someone is doing some Photoshop to get the paranoia started. Where ever have you seen more than three people singing “Sweet Caroline” outside of Neil Diamond’s pool patio. And when did it become standard procedure to interview trauma patients live on camera so that one can ask pointed interviewer led questions that only serve to elicit a more traumatic response? Mind you, not even forty-eight hours have past and the news spin has everything worth knowing already pre-packaged and being hammered home repetitively over the airwaves every few minutes. The explosion, crying victims running back and forth in chaos, all over a narrated audio track of emotion pumping pre-planned speculation and political rhetorical harangue. Regular violently (staged?) crisis are becoming an industry onto themselves.
Like their namesakes in the ‘Franken-Science’ world of medicine and food, these GMO’s have nothing spontaneous or truthful about them. They are the replacement for the small town circus or the Saturday soapbox of the local party boss demagogue. Those who learn their ABC’s or CBS’s from the Huff Huff Post beware. The party starters of American ‘feel good’ disarmed patriotism has the ready opinions of plenty of scoundrels to share. Where war long ago became too important to leave to the generals, thinking intelligently is too important to allow the general population to form its own opinions without massive amounts of Federal supervised assistance. The faint whisper’s of the Church commission as to the true employers of our news anchors and most well-respected political pundits suggest that ‘right-think’ is a joint DOD/Brooking’s Institute invention favoring those ‘money master’s that seem to run the corporation of the United States of America.
So as the goons and trained panda’s respond to the ‘applause’ and ‘cheer’ signs periodically pressed again the Thermopane glass from inside the news room, we at home get the right notion of solidarity behind these sometimes jovial, sometimes serious, broadcasters as they struggle to stay in character reading the latest garbage off the teleprompter. Hypnotic stares with intervening happy talk camaraderie replacing what once was very loosely referred to a Journalism. “Grab your thin plastic American flag and join the parade starting in your own backyard!”, where you can march around in a circle hooting and cawing about what a great and caring country we all live in. One that is safe from the insurgency that is powered by are greatest export to the world at large outside the borders, War. Whatever you do, don’t talk to anyone who lived in the late ‘nineteen-sixties’ who long ago realized that they had been goosed along by Hollywood, Look and Life magazines into joining the ‘Hippie’ tribe after doing their two year stint dropping Dow Chemical’s premiere product, napalm, in Asia. The I-Phone is your only trustworthy friend! So keep your head down in public and don’t raise it until your back at home safely amidst like-minded individuals.