Consider for a moment that saying things like this is beyond conceivable to our political press who consider the election process a game to be observed with bemused detachment and occasional brow-furrowing concern… but that soon passes as the next days bullshit du jour is delivered in the form of campaign talking points and off they go for another happy wallow. As if they and their families won’t have to live with the consequences of their navel gazing do-nothingness since nothing bad ever happens to the happy inhabitants of the Village Green Cocktail Society. Instead they like to talk about people who are talking about other people and what those people are saying about lipstick and pigs.
Something from the film Network that isn’t a quote from Howard Beale:
Max Schumacher: It’s too late, Diana. There’s nothing left in you that I can live with. You’re one of Howard’s humanoids. If I stay with you, I’ll be destroyed. Like Howard Beale was destroyed. Like Laureen Hobbs was destroyed. Like everything you and the institution of television touch is destroyed. You’re television incarnate, Diana: Indifferent to suffering; insensitive to joy. All of life is reduced to the common rubble of banality. War, murder, death are all the same to you as bottles of beer. And the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy. You even shatter the sensations of time and space into split seconds and instant replays. You’re madness, Diana. Virulent madness. And everything you touch dies with you.
…and they’ll happily take us down with them.
It’ll make great copy…