In 2014 as he was discussing the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370, CNN rodeo clown Don Lemon, reported and reputed to be the stupidest human on television, discussed the chance of something “supernatural” happening and actually asked panelists about the possibility that a black hole was involved. I swear to Gawd.
Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under. — H. L. Mencken
Incomprehensible horrors to the republic. Incalculable bellicosity and warmongering as a platform, scheduled and crafter and scripted by necocon think tanks. You will rue this day. You will not be able to reclaim that which you’ve squandered. Behold the media’s infantilism and “journalistic” autonepiophilia. But I digress . . . enjoy this aural selection and amuse-bouche.
The word peacekeeping is like the word terrorism: it is meaningless on its own and able to be molded to serve the interests of a political clique. Like Alex P. Schmidt’s description of terrorism in The Routledge Handbook of Terrorism Research, peacekeeping “is usually an instrument for the attempted realization of a political…project that perpetrators lacking mass support are seeking.”1
Take a gander infra. Go ahead. This is monumentally amazing for even the mildly sentient. Why? Because the mainstream media have covered absolutely nothing of the matter. A worldwide story of indescribable import and it’s ignored altogether because the information contained therein is embarrassing to the Clinton regime.
“I know she has begun to hate everyday Americans.”
I thoroughly recommend the new documentary Amanda Knox to anyone interested in either human nature or the role of the media – which should include most of us. Here is the chance to hear the main protagonists tell their stories. Don’t be put off by the lukewarm reviews. Journalists don’t much like this film because it reveals so much about how journalism works – and it isn’t pretty.
“Kenneth, what is the frequency?”
The Trump legacy in meme. Add this Trump trope metaphor, metonymy, synecdoche, and irony. The #MAGA mayhem. All that counts and all that’s remembered. The holier-than-thou moral certitude of every two bit political hack wannabe spewing and spraying posts with their definitive word on Herr Drumpf. Mindlessly uncomplicated as to an event but too hard for the moral certitude experts to let go. God, I love this country. Hillary Clinton is your next POTUS. Not because of this, but because always bet on the Clintons.
And complicit in such is the bought and sold corporate media in the bag and tank for Madame Hillary. It’s far from an exaggeration, it’s true. Absolutely true. It’s discussed herein.
Lionel on Radio New Zealand. Get a load of this beaut. The Nights programme. (Note the hip Kiwi spelling.)
He’s throwing the election. You know it. And so do I. With an opponent as horrid and profoundly corrupt as Hillary Clinton with the steamer trunk baggage that she has, you mean to tell me Trump’s resorted to his petulant and juvenescent brand of fat shaming name-calling as a legitimate vehicle of campaigning? No, Sparky, he’s throwing the election. The fix is in.
This mesmerizes me. The perfect allegory and metaphor for the voting process. We’re lured by its promise as was this now very dead and bloated and decomposing New York Hell’s Kitchen rat. We’re hungry for not change but improvement and we’re being baited and tempted by an inviting promise. Look, someone has left food for me. Look, they are asking me for my opinion, my vote. They care about what I think and believe. I have a say; my input matters! This system invites for my input and my perception and my desires and worldview.
The media, the mergers and "Meet The Flockers" + this day in history w/30 September Movement and our song of the day by Warpaint on your Morning Monarchy for September 30, 2016.
