This Gentleman Really Needs to Blog
Acidman pointed to this gentleman who is thinking about doing a blog. 'smilingdave8.' I don't know what the 8 is for. I think he needs a blog and after you read these missives, you'll agree.
fish gotta swim,
bird gotta fly.
I got no blog yet,
but I still gotta lie.
I cannot quite fathom the sense of outrage among bloggers about the NY Times Jason Blair episode. One gets the feeling that many of them feel personally betrayed by such a breach of journalistic integrity. My inclination is to tell these wounded bloggers to GROW UP! A bunch of cynical scoffers like those who run the more pungent blogs (the kind I read most) ought to know better than to pin their faith on paid journalists.
Maybe it's just that I'm older (61 on Monday, but I've kicked around enough to have lived twice as long), but - in every instance where I have been party to or have witnessed a reported occurrence (and there have been many) - it has been misreported or malreported by the print and/or broadcast media. I have long since ceased to trust anything a journalist or the medium which employs that journalist puts out.
See, I don't believe that Mr. Blair was the occasional rotten apple. When I read a paper or watch televised news - especially if it's a news network - I expect to be fed exaggerations, omissions, bias, innuendo, half truths and outright lies. I am seldom disappointed. All the hullabaloo regarding the scandalous coverage of the war in Iraq, the Democrat a--wipes, the a--wipes of the Republican party ( and especially our President's little coterie of a--wipes), the silly, venal morons who populate Capitol Hill ( and the a--wipes who hang on their every word) is about as meaningful as commentary on the weather.
It would probably help ease the shock of discovering shabby journalistic ethics if people would stop thinking of reporters (and papers, and networks) as if they were PROFESSIONS. Think of them as vocations, and as vocations which are not much more demanding or ethical than automobile sales or advertising or documentary film making. The Fourth Estate has always been shabby and ill-tended. Do not be stunned to discover weeds growing on it.
Where I live, the local newspaper (There's only one, of course.) costs $3.50 per week. Over the past twenty years, I have saved roughly $4,550.00 by not giving it a dime of my hard earned money, yet I feel that I am as much abreast of current events as any, and more so than most. No sense of betrayal here, when the press shovels out its load of fertilizer. I've never expected any more professionalism from them than I would expect from a termite inspector.
Further, I don't think they have much more impact on how Americans feel about things, or how things are percieved (in what the snotnoses call "flyover country") than does National Public Radio or Public Access television. In brief, if you can't trust the newshawks, WHO CARES? Join the rest of us, and concentrate more on important stuff, such as whether Jerry Springer will run for elected office again, or how you came out in the latest Quizilla questionnaire.
He's not done yet...
I like this - Good talent here...
Bring Me the Head of Nancy Pelosi
On aging gracefully (I know a bit less about this than do some others.) I'm an older guy, lately given to sloth and gone to fat. I have bifocals, dentures, flat
feet and hemorrhoids. I think I'm beginning to become a mouthbreather, and I KNOW I'm getting dandruff. I've always been told that I snore, and have recently seen signs that I drool copiously when I sleep. These days, anytime I exert myself, it brings on a prodigious flatulence which defies all efforts to stifle it.
I am still turned on by women with honest smiles and laughing eyes, but ?if I make eye contact with one ? her smile fades and in her eyes I observe a reflection of Jabba the Hut. Lately, when I encounter a dog, I can see it calculating what risk to itself might ensue, were it to come over and urinate on my shoe. A weaker man might become despondent, but I was raised better than that, those many years ago. I waddle onward, undismayed, because I know the truth?
WHEN YA GOT YER HEALTH, YA GOT JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING!
Looking for a business opportunity? Contact me about getting BELOW WHOLESALE PRICES on pre-owned dentures. With my funeral parlor contacts, I can get them for a song, and you can get them from me with only a tiny markup, (Acidman told me he thought it was a good idea.)
I note that, in some blogs, it is fashionable to type out the lyrics to some popular tune, that one's tender feelings for another can be conveyed without undue effort or thought. I am nothing, if not trendy, so?
Mairzy doats an doats eedoats
An liddoo lams eed eyevee.
A diddle eed eyevee doo,
(You know who you are?..)
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