WaPo Columnist Gerson Scores Laser-guided Bullseye with Comments on would-be Qur’an Burner’s Canonization by Corporate-owned, Internet-dreading Journalists. But first: GIANT SCHMUCKS ARE PLANNING A MEGA-BUDGET, FEATURE-LENGTH VERSION OF THE FALL GUY!
Ok, wait: I urge you to read Michael Gerson’s column, but in case you’re too busy or drunk, here are select quotes you can use the next time some fool in-law starts blathering about who should burn which King James edition of the Qur’an or where in Dubai Afghan President Hamid Karzai spends his U.S. taxpayer dollars.
I love that, “the propaganda of the idiotic gesture.” And how much more idiotic is that the good Reverend’s gesture actually caused violence and disorder in Afghanistan? The things we do to cement ourselves in history these days…
This is distressing in view of how much news conglomerates rely upon saturation coverage to drive ad sales. “If it bleeds, it leads” has never been more true.
This is just sad when you consider how few Americans view our President as “one of us” as it is. The guy badly needs a way to connect to everyday folks, and he could have turned this into an opportunity to do so; a little anger or even some name-calling on his part would have shown voters that he actually could pick a side and tell it like it is for once. But no. He had to go off on the constitutional rights around book burning (zzzz…) without even throwing in a “hate-mongering peckerwood” for good measure. Isn’t this the guy who called Kanye West a “jackass?” Oh, right…that was when he thought he wasn’t on camera.
Which brings me to ABC’s God-awful primetime turd, The Fall Guy, and the fact that industry skanks have been dropping George Clooney’s name as a candidate to reprise Lee Majors’s “Colt Seavers” in a movie reboot. What in hell does this have to do with Michael Gerson or the Reverend Peckerwood, you ask? Ah, saturation coverage, that’s what! The same thing that drives the dissemination of events by every news outlet and strident freak show: the mass media reaching critical mass. That is to say, at the same time that the media oversupplies us with the knowledge that we no longer accept each other for who we are, we’ve also reached a point where our societal lack of creativity and curiosity is too insidious to disregard. Plus we’re fat now, too, way fatter than we’ve ever been. And we’ve got fat kids and big fat health needs and heavy attitudes and enormously bloated senses of entitlement.
Simple physics decrees that when material gets too big for a box, specific results will occur: the box will burst; the universe will regurgitate; our luck will run out. We’re gonna’ explode, people. We’re all getting a bit too crazy and pitiful. And we make more excuses for surrendering our and our children’s self-respect than all the pixels in cyberspace.
Will it be the hate for each other that does us in, or one too many in a long string of unimaginative confections that will represent the tip of the needle that pops the balloon? Or will the media kill us? Will CNN declare the end of the world too soon, I wonder, like so many election night results, causing us to lose sight of everything but our worst?