On the media
Barren of restriction it oft seems and with rapacious swagger, barrelling its way through town like a hostile spirit on vacation. Go back to your haunt, I say, where you have developed a relationship with the inhabitants and there are a defined set of rules that you live by. That was long ago, I hear you plead. Generations ago, you say, back when standards limited action because standards actually existed. Besides, it has always been entertainment to some degree, you moan. Remember Murrow? Don't hold him up as a bearer of righteousness. An entertainer! Ta dah! You gloat. Just the facts, ma'am. Don't laugh at me, I plead. Allow an escape. With films, there is at least the notion of suspending disbelief. When reality's facts and opinions are entertainment, truth becomes a choice and belief a phantom.
 
 

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