I can’t go ten minutes without hearing about it. H1N1. It’s a total pandemic alright…a pandemic of absolute irrational panic! My goodness, out of 5 Billion humans there must be…hundreds of cases. Truly, we are doomed.
I’ll admit it right here…I work in news media. Well, technically I’m not a journalist per se as much as I’m the “man behind the curtain” who must maintain the network of misinformation. It’s a paycheck. But I’ve seen enough to know that investigative journalism died years ago.
In other words, I’m just as qualified as any reporter. Odds are you are too if you can use Google.
Any rational person knows that the truth doesn’t sell. We can’t handle the truth nor do we want to. We want something small and tangible that we feel we might have some control over. It becomes a coping mechanism we use to avoid coming to grips with how utterly on the brink we are as a society. Ah man, you see…that’s what happens when I watch “V for Vendetta” back to back with Battlestar Galactica. Get me some Weird Al…stat!
Do we really want relevant news? For example…Iran. La la la… Or the genocides in Africa? Or maybe Obama attempting to shut down portions of the news media that don’t throw roses at his undeserving feet. Holy 1984 Batman…
Nope, we want the latest on the flu. We want “balloon boy”. It’s unfortunate really. Unfortunate that we are caught in a circle where we claim to lament the demise of the media, yet have no desire to support a relevant journalistic society. Maybe because one no longer exists.
And the media has done it to itself too. Meaningless stories, and “reporters” who are as relevant as a gnats fart in a hurricane are constantly trying to work against an ever increasing and much deserved public skepticism. Investigative journalism is now nothing more than using an internet search engine.
So my advise on H1N1? Wash your blasted hands ya filthy pigs and don’t lick any door knobs. Eat right and exercise. And if by some mathematical fluke you actually do get H1N1, try and remember a time when the flu was considered simply an INCONVENIENCE, not a death sentence. Just don’t give me any of that Spanish Flu fear tactic drivel, because I haven’t dumped my feces into an open sewer lately or tried living solely on potatoes. Well, not since college anyway.
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