The thing is that I can’t stand the means of stirring the collective mind to the spirit. So I call the media. State media (you might think that others exist). I haven’t watched TV for several years. No, I sometimes watch on the TV, because you can watch some videos that remained on the video cassettes in it. But to watch some kind of program or film (especially documentary)-God forbid! Most often, the gaze runs on TV when it is turned off. In short, there is no need for it.
Honestly, I sometimes listen to the radio. Seconds 40 I’m listening. Typically, forty seconds are enough to understand: nothing has changed in our life, but only aggravated. According to the useless means of stupefying, they broadcast about currency courses when they are even theoretically impossible to see in exchangers. You listen and think: “Sell me at this rate, the damned bourgeois!“So no, they only tell the course, and the number of the phone, where to buy, do not leave.
In short, I listen to 40 seconds, start to get nervous, and I begin to regret that I still have a radio in my apartment. No one will pull out the cord inadvertently. Although there is the only plus in the radio: at six in the morning it works as an alarm clock. And it works quite stably! I never remember that the alarm clock did not work, or it was impossible to hear it. Starts to vote on the whole apartment. Only the pillow on the head saves.
But now I am tolerant of newspaper journalists. Now I understand that these are people forced. Why cunning, newspaper journalists are slaves. From themselves they can write only on abstract topics: about how mercantile youth has become, about the extinction of real men and about the construction of a neighboring house. The truth cannot be written, and it really has their own. Even the most inadequate brain will say that he is right, claiming that people are to blame for all his misfortunes. Even in those in which the people are not involved.
And now I understand why journalists never comment on blogs (especially those that regularly track), and never get involved in discussion. Do not comment because they get tired of words and written signs at work. Heaps of news revolve around them, which they cut off and copy. And there are so many these news that the news in your blog simply fades in the general stream (“the ambassador was opened”, “prepare for the Saturday”, “there will be no shortage”, “to be healthy – great!” – this is not all the headings of the news on only one turn of the” Gomel Vedomosti “).
But they do not comment, because they understand: Bes-on-over-but. They, journalists, like no one else understand that discussions in private blogs and even public resources are useless. Firstly, none of those who can affect the situation does not read them. And secondly, even if he reads, he considers it an unusual heresy. Therefore, the journalist, it seems to me, will comment only if he sees the reason to compete in eloquence.
You know, and I even understand the authorities. We live with her in different countries. Around officials is the country that they want to see. Simply because there are always those who know how to please this official around high -ranking officials. If my whims were constantly pleased, there probably would also be another country around me. So it turns out that the people say: I am dumb! And the official says: yes calm down, there is such stability around!
This post can be catching me on the fact that I still read newspapers, although I like to fast on them and consider them useless. I repent, read. Or rather scroll through. For example, the Tuesday output of the “Gomel Vedomosti” is enough to scroll through it from the University stop to “University”. And I read because I signed up. It’s like in a movie: even if the film is not interesting, you will still fiddle, but you will watch to the end. Because everything is paid for everything.