We are a nation of 314 million. We come from everywhere. On the back of a dollar bill the words “e pluribus unum” are printed. We paddle the same boat.
Information zips around the globe as fast as technology can carry it. We know about world events in real time. For example, Twitter has been used to report details real time during times of social upheaval and oppression. Twitter! Bus goes over a rail in Peru, we get it on every channel. Content never sleeps.
Media and content is so powerful these days that it is best MANAGED, or CONTROLLED, or USED to your ADVANTAGE. Governments know this and fear its potential destructive force. There are press secretaries, spy planes, drones with cameras, Nancy Grace, media consultants, dash cams, cell phone cams, scandal video daily, Instagram, Tumblr, GEO data, expert witnesses, live camera crews cruising in vans, and reporters ready on the scene for every conceivable event. News crews hovering a private wedding in a helicopter are passe. Telephoto lens sales are up!
So what is the pastime?
I call it, “Having our pants in a twist.”
The media fuels our new pastime. No, I mean, the media beats it to death. Need the visual? Every shark in a 300 square mile area vying for the chum in the water. Oh, on camera. The fight for a bite is then beamed into my household via cable, via internet, through the email, press conferences, and radio talk shows. Endlessly.
Until… the next poor bastard misspeaks.
This has been going on for years. Frankly, I am tired of it. Do we have to label everything? Do we have to react to every spoken word, every occurrence, every single time? Seems like we need to. Maybe our society is so pissed, so over exposed to media blasts, half time shows, spam, and selfies. Maybe we are so disappointed in our poor leadership. So overwhelmed by continuous government over reach. Tired of new law after new law. Tired of politicians enriching themselves. So worried about the do nothing economy and the fake stats and making ends meet that we collectively take it out on who ever the next poor bastard is that comes down the pike. There must be a correlation between suffering and hyper sensitivity to being offended in there somewhere. Let’s call it being fed up.
Need some recent examples?
That arson case in Las Vegas. Puppies involved. OUTRAGED emotional newscasters. React! React! Protests on the courthouse steps. Accusations fly, insults hurled, boiled over emotions, non-profit organizations, ranting housewife/spokespersons. This went on for weeks. Until… it didn’t. Were our pants in a twist? You bet. No, not you bet, HELL YES! What happened next? The fervor went away. Media found something else. Today, there is no mention of this story on the news. No outrage. No one stands on the courthouse steps trying to save puppies in general. Temporary fervor? The best you can get on this story now is the leftover coverage off the RJ website. Media found something else.
Cliven Bundy. The BLM shows up. Drops off 200 fellas with automatic weapons. What the hell is a First Amendment area? Cliven Bundy, the man and his cattle are the story. Did you even know there was such a thing as grazing fees? The cameras focus. The situation grows tense. Will there be shooting? Sean Hannity couldn’t make it in person but wanted to. Harry Reid steps in and takes his swings. Domestic terrorists are identified. The BLM stands down. Crisis avoided.
In the celebration someone hands Mr. Bundy the microphone. The cameras steady. Let’s hear from our hero! Bundy steps up. Everyone is expecting the cattle report. What happens next no one was prepared for. Out of his mouth the words are spoken…. Negro. Slavery. Mexican. Welfare. They let him go on. (Of course they did… better to get your pants in a twist). Supposedly, the people standing next to him love and support him. People standing next to him let him ramble. More and more about the Negro, slavery, welfare. The hole was digging itself. Could they be so ignorant to let him rant on? No one stepped in. The media LOVED IT! All the politicians who praised Bundy, who called him a hero, who celebrated him as a symbol of freedom were forced to jump ship. Mayday! Mayday! Save yourself man, run for cover, save your political career.
What happened to the cattle? Who cares? The media has footage of someone’s hero saying Negro!
Press conferences are held. Bundy interviews are plastered everywhere. 24/7 the story is no longer about a hero but about a bigot. Cliven left meat on the bone. Explain yourself Cliven. Here, take the microphone. Talk Cliven. Give us more. Make our jobs easy. Say slavery once more for the camera, pleeease? C’mon, say Negro again. Work with us Cliven!
Cliven left meat on the bone. The self righteous Harry Reid returns this time with the name calling. Politicians backtrack. Interns scramble for precedent, names, dates, scandals are noted. The prepared statement rules the day. Official positions denouncing racism are taken. The headline writers have a field day. Cliven left meat on the bone.
Let’s check the dp@large “twistometer”…. Pants in a twist? You bet. No, not you bet, HELL YES! Check that. They are on fire! Woo hoo… Media field day. All the sharks after that one shrimp… that 1 in 314 million. Woo hoo…
Nothing to see here. Just a casual mention of the Reid Bunkerville LLC in the press. Just something about the Chinese investing $5 billion on some little wind farm in Harry’s hometown of Searchlight. No big deal. How convenient. Nice and tidy. Nothing to see here.
But, oh boy! Ooooooooh boy! That Cliven Bundy is a bigot, isn’t he? Ooooh, supported by DOMESTIC TERRORISTS none the less. Keep your eye on that Bundy…told you so. Harry told you so… Harry was right. Harry is always right.
Citizen militia carrying weapons assemble and now patrol what is essentially federal land. Patrol what? Oh yea, keep heavily armed BLM agents away from the cattle. Could someone tell me why BLM issues automatic weapons to their staffers? Could someone explain to me why they needed to drop off 200 agents to round up cattle? Oh they were protecting turtles?… Oops! I think NOW my pants are in a twist! LOL.
Cliven Bundy became his own spokesperson. Somehow, Cliven Bundy was even mentioned as THE SPOKESPERSON for the TEA PARTY? Are you kidding? Who made Cliven a spokesperson for anything? He is the most unprepared spokesperson there is… Besides… he can’t be a spokesperson. He leaves meat on the bone.
Speaking of racism… the entertainment industry continues to pump out recordings promoting drug use, degradation of women, non productive social behavior, and anti social attitudes all aimed at our young people, influencing the next generation of leaders without them suspecting a thing. Artistic output that is almost always glorifying and praising the anti-culture and doing it with recordings full of racial slurs including extensive use of the “N” word. We sure beat the shit out of Paul Deen? We made sure she got hers, didn’t we? Nothing to see here.
Speaking of symbols of peace and freedom. A month ago we were ready to give that shirtless hunk of a Russ-kie, Vladimir Putin, a “Global Man of Year” good guy award for his Olympic triumph then 9 days later he goes and invades Ukraine. Oooooh, Mr. Obama was maaaaaaad at Putin! Nothing to see here.
Don’t get Mr. Obama started on N. Korea. He’ll get maaaaaaaaad! Nothing to see here.
Justin Beiber is really pissing people off these days. TMZ has this COVERED. He ain’t workin’. Money for nuthin’ and his chicks for free. He should be deported.
Speaking of nothing to see here. Still haven’t found the damn plane. Is there a “Faraday cage” style hangar on Diego Garcia? Anyone even know what a “Faraday cage” style hangar is? You don’t need to know. Damn right nothing to see here.
Being offended to the point media frenzy is the new pastime. We have the politic correctness part down pat. We are waiting to be offending. Private conversations are fair game. We dare you. Say something. All it takes is a word or two. We have experts and talking heads for every topic. They’re waiting in the green room.
We’ll hear about the next transgression in a few days or weeks. Someone will say something.
Then we can start the outrage all over again.
We’ll beat the poor bastard to a pulp.
Wait, what? Did you say Donald Sterling?