A reader with the egressive but singular name of Exit Only opines:
“But I don’t see a major house-cleaning of the Do-Nothing Republicans ever happening.”
Fair enough, but consider:
Thirty years ago, I was in the newspaper business, and I saw then that the news was utterly corrupt and utterly dishonest, and was willing to lose money rather than cover stories that told the truth and gave both sides of any debate. It was like living in the Matrix. The news was fake, and I knew it, and could prove it, and could recite chapter and verse of the lies, propaganda and distortion — and no one believed me, no one cared, no one could be bothered to listen.
And I do not mean strangers did not believe me. I mean friends and family, who knew very well what a sterling reputation for honesty I had, simply did not want to hear the message.
I would have had more luck if I had told people that the Moonlanding was fake, or that the Earth was hollow with a city of called Agarttha of superscientific snake-people living at the core.
At least that kind of thing people like to hear.
But the idea that the gentlemen they saw every night on the telly were cooperating with each other to create a deliberate and meticulously crafted false world?
But the idea that Uncle Walter, who told them the Viet Nam war was hopeless when, in reality, the foe was within inches of defeat, could not be trusted? The idea that it was not a civic responsibility and red badge of courage to listen faithfully to NPR every night?
One might as well tell an infatuated schoolgirl that the married man who was promising to divorce his rich wife for her was less than earnest.
No one would listen to my tales of news malfeasance — despite that I was in the industry myself and saw it happening.
And then, one day, something happened.
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