“We cleaned his apartment out in the morning before the funeral,” my friend told me and I cannot explain it, but it bothered me.
His brother had just passed away, and he had been out of town for a week to attend the funeral and support his family. I understand that his time there was limited and that a lot had to be done, still, it bothered me.
Many years back -not sure how many and I don’t want to think about it right now because it makes me feel old(er)- I attended a weekend seminar. I had been saving my money, and time for this adventure, and I wasn’t the only one. Everybody seemed excited about the topics, the speakers and our surroundings.
I fearfully opened the news today. I didn’t want to, but how can I not read up on it? How can I stay informed, without walking through the slumps of headlines?
The following is not a try to find excuses, and it’s not meant to downplay women’s accusations. It’s just my view of the world, and I apologize in advance for being thought-provoking.
Bad news – Fake news – Biased news – Bad media – Bad press – Lying press. We all heard the slogans lately and I couldn’t help research it a bit more.
For a time, “bias” was the term of choice to describe anything people hated about journalism, whether the power and influence of corporate news organizations to the choices reporters made in writing individual stories. In 2001, in fact, a book about media unfairness entitled “Bias” was number one on the New York Times bestseller list.
An interview that is worth reading. It’s not easy to find anything like it in our media these days. We are getting Trumped, by the day, by the hour, almost by the minute. It seems there is not much room left for the rest of the world anymore.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Walk right in, this is my biased blog, and I am proud of it. My little internet nirvana, my escape from reality or my rude awakening. One will see, what one wants to see I suppose.
We, as a nation, have lost it. We have lost focus, and we are losing it more and more every day.
Lenin, Stalin, and the rest—used the term vrag naroda, an “enemy of the people,” it was an ominous epithet that encompassed a range of “wreckers” and “socially dangerous elements.” To be branded an enemy of the people was to face nearly inevitable doom; such a fate was soon followed by a knock on the door in the middle of the night, a prison cell, the Gulag, an icy ditch—a variety of dismal ends.
I am not a political blog. Perhaps my political posts are just a temporary uproar and then, sooner or later, I will get used to the situation like so many others like me. Or maybe I won’t get used to it but will pretend that everything is alright.