Clown-Car Press
Long ago, that same fastidious instinct which makes a man unwilling to spend his idle hours in a morgue, or a sewer, or an unsanitary meat packing plant run by slave labor in China, prompted me to steer clear of all outlets of the mainstream media.
This instinct failed me this morning when, provoked by curiosity regarding the Republican National Convention, I looked up the latest news on Google.
Typing in the word ‘Trump’ and clicking the News (sic) tab had the following results:
I scrolled and clicked, seeking out some substantial report on some matter of substance.
All the stories, in outlet after outlet, including nominally rightwing ones, concerned whether or not Mrs Trump’s speech was plagiarized from an earlier speech by Mrs. Obama. When I stepped into my car and turned on the radio even the news on the conservative stations was preoccupied by the same story.
Now, my own name has been in international newspapers only once, when the Powers That Be decided it was time to promote a uniform and uniformly false narrative, that is, a bald-faced lie, about goings on in the science fiction community. The various papers acted in perfect accord with each other, with none deviating from the message. Even the editors of Pravda never acted with such perfect message-discipline. They all uttered the same propaganda in the same way with the same tone and the same emphasis. So here.
Now, what are the issues facing the nation, during this election, which may well determine whether the Union recovers or fails? Are any of those issues addressed by the absurd clown-car of reprehensibly reptilian brain-dead and morally inert Americaphobic leftwing agitprop sockpuppets focusing the attention of the public on this egregiously insignificant nonissue?
The question answers itself. The idea that two politician’s wives would or would not say similar things in political speeches was about as fascinating to me as the discovery that beauty queens are in favor of world peace, or that valedictorians have their eyes set on the future. It is not equal in world-historical magnitude to the discovery of the Galilean satellites.
This is an issue in which no one can generate the faintest interest, on par with the estimations of Sarah Palin’s tailoring bill that so agitated the media for so much time and headline space in a news cycle of yesteryear. Even if true, who can possibly care? Even if someone cares, what vote will it sway, or what matter of public interest will it influence? None and none.
The news was slanted and corrupt when I was involved in the business: our competitors were part of the Democrat political machine, but they at least had some scruples. Compared to now, that time, a mere twenty five short years ago, was a golden age of honesty and integrity.
At the circus, one running gag is to see how many clowns can be stuffed into one tiny car, and the child clap and laugh to see one absurd, grotesque painted and smiling mime pratfall, one after another after another, out of the same small car door. So here, with the abomination known as the American press: the grotesque smiling clowns, one after another after another, repeat precisely the same story in precisely the same way, usually, as here, a matter of no possible public interest to anyone.
Meanwhile real stories go unreported. No effort need be made to character-assassinate those who speak the truth. The wall of noise about some trivial non-story drowns out the one or two minor outlets who fail to cooperate with the uniform clowncar antics.
As a public service, and as an act of defiance against the media clowncar, I would like to draw your attention to one of the speakers the Leftwing Bologna Mill of the press would prefer you never to hear:
Are you going to let me talk?
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I offer exhibit B of the clowncarishness of our clowncar press:
And here is the way the press treats anyone who deviates from the narrative, and thinks and talks the way a normal American thinks and talks. Observe the smarmy newsman and hear the way he dares to talk to someone uncivil enough not to cooperate with the message of peace.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
