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Think this was some accident? That recently departed White House adviser Podesta just decided all of a sudden to drop this bombshell? Come on, Sparky, wake up. Something’s about to break and you’re being softened up. Because you’ve been under the illusion that UFOs are the subject and province of the nutjob, the loon. Not even close, my friend. So, where’s the mainstream media? Why haven’t they broached the subject now or ever? Because they’re feckless, impuissant geldings. No guts, no glory. No hits, no runs, no errors. Wouldn’t you have liked to hear about this?

Sorry, but this is the gold standard. Period. But I digress. It was perfection. Exquisite. The greatest comedy ensemble in recent time. It rivaled Your Show of Shows. It was that great. But it wasn’t live and that’s a factor that weighs considerably in the calculus of entertainment history. SNL enjoys an historical significance that can’t and shan’t be discounted. To be sure.

During the initial period of the Gulf War in January 1991, CBS news warrior Bob Simon was captured by Iraqi forces near the Saudi-Kuwaiti border. He and three other members of his crew spent 40 days in Iraqi prisons, which he wrote about in his book “Forty Days.” Simon then returned to Baghdad in January 1993 to cover the American bombing of Iraq. But here’s the takeaway. It really happened.
 

Nothing’s changed. Nothing. The anchor. The “news.” Staid, starched and stiff. Your dad’s news. Rehashed and invariably irrelevant by the time it hits your brain at 6:30 PM. Dank, dreary and devoid. Devoid of “new” as news guarantees. Jon Stewart is a revolutionary. Bri-Wi wasn’t and isn’t. And what was and is the subject of the revolution? Stewart mocked the pretentious nature of the news, and its haughtiness; he cut through the dreck. It in fact was the news, not fake news.

Perception. Versus truth. Versus reality. It’s perception. Perception as to what’s critical and valid. The Brian Williams fiasco has hit critical mass and, frankly, my interest level has vanished altogether. What still is amazing to me is how politicians’ lies mean absolutely nothing. In the scheme of things, that is. In this podcast is a pastiche of subject matter that I trust you can follow with no difficulty. Confuse it not for desultory, it’s varied and winding. Stream of (un)consciousness. A thought collective. And psychically troubling. That’s the point.

So what! Big deal. He lied, fibbed, whatever. Fine. Big deal!

This is MRT. Mitochondrial Replacement Therapy. And believe you me, the voices will rise in objection with nary a clue as to what this even envisages or implies. And that’s the theme of today’s discourse. It works like this: I don’t like you or the main proponent of an idea who’s been attached and tethered to an idea.