The creative genius that runs the dump has lately been playing a game of king of the hill with the Grim Reaper. So far the score is Grim Reaper nil and DFM 1.
My courageous fight for life might serve as a credible excuse for not updating the blog more often, if I had been more regular in my posting during the less perilous times, but I shall shamelesly play the card anyhow. If you don't like it, I suppose you know what you can do. Ironically, irregularity was one of the symptoms that I should have paid more attention to.
My main reason for this post is to go on record that I am Not watching the TV coverage of the biggest non-news event of the decade. For the hopelessly clueless, I am of course referring to the dramatic and successful global manhunt for the vicious killer of Jon Benet Ramsey ten years ago.
It took most of us 45 seconds to figure out that this guy is a poor sick fuck who needs shock therapy. None of the news people who are covering the story think he is guilty, but they cannot help but run after him like pack wolves after the scent of blood. It is embarrassing just to watch. I have to turn away.
If I was a news director, I would bring all of my reporters into the office and assign them to real news stories - shootings, tunnel cave-ins, airplane crashes, dogs eating their owners' faces - that sort of thing. Then I would have my prettiest and most buxom news reader make a statement: "We really have no facts in this case. Once we really know something for sure, we will be one of the first to report it to you."
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