The media seems to operate on a “split level” model. I first became aware of this when reading a book called, I think, “Weapons of Mass Distraction”. It touched on the infamous Nayirah Testimony, noting that this was found out to be a fraud, and then noting that on a year end round up of news, this “Testimony” was reshown with no mention of the fact that it had been debunked. Thus, the propagandists told a lie, they were found out ... and then they simply repeated the lie.
This is how the media operates. It cares nothing for investigations uncovering the truth since it is only focused on establishing the desired memes.
This is why you always know that certain narratives will remain stuck in an eternal Groundhog Day loop no matter how much dirt is unearthed. The World Socialist Web Site’s eternal recurrence of the pristine covid tale is an excellent example.
It is so important to delve into the personal when discussing “big issues”… part of the psyop I think is to get most people to live in denial and not explore their inner child (yeah, Bly et al.) it was … ummm refreshing ok probably not the right word but… when Dennis brought up the question of knowing someone who was murdered. Though I know a few the one that I always think of when I get asked that is my high school friend Mark … I thought we would be lifelong friends but now I’ve doubled his life-span. He was in Seattle for a taekwondo tournament and wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had coincidentally moved to Seattle earlier that year (2001) and we were supposed to meet up the next day… none of it seems plausible even to this day as there were not many murders in Seattle that year and on and on. I attended the trial and sentencing with his parents (who came out from the Midwest— they were salt-of-the-earth folks and that was their only son) and I’ll never forget Marks dad speaking at the sentencing (the defendant was a PoS who later admitted he opened fire on the wrong car) — Mark’s dad, this humble genuine guy stands up and says “I’m not here for my pound of flesh…” and there were very few dry eyes. They were still a bit inconsolable at the time having lost their only child. And he was a light in the world who could make anyone laugh. He can be forgiven for going to Yale and becoming a day trading prodigy. I still smile thinking about him and will never get over the senselessness but I got a chill when I realized that I’m now double the age of his death.
But I was also thinking about the sinister way so many people were killed in the genocide-democide. There was a six week period in 2021 in which 3 people I knew, one a very good friend, died suddenly, and it is really painful to know the truth and that many people still to this day don’t want to hear about or face the truth of those needless deaths by lab coat.
The media seems to operate on a “split level” model. I first became aware of this when reading a book called, I think, “Weapons of Mass Distraction”. It touched on the infamous Nayirah Testimony, noting that this was found out to be a fraud, and then noting that on a year end round up of news, this “Testimony” was reshown with no mention of the fact that it had been debunked. Thus, the propagandists told a lie, they were found out ... and then they simply repeated the lie.
This is how the media operates. It cares nothing for investigations uncovering the truth since it is only focused on establishing the desired memes.
This is why you always know that certain narratives will remain stuck in an eternal Groundhog Day loop no matter how much dirt is unearthed. The World Socialist Web Site’s eternal recurrence of the pristine covid tale is an excellent example.
It is so important to delve into the personal when discussing “big issues”… part of the psyop I think is to get most people to live in denial and not explore their inner child (yeah, Bly et al.) it was … ummm refreshing ok probably not the right word but… when Dennis brought up the question of knowing someone who was murdered. Though I know a few the one that I always think of when I get asked that is my high school friend Mark … I thought we would be lifelong friends but now I’ve doubled his life-span. He was in Seattle for a taekwondo tournament and wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had coincidentally moved to Seattle earlier that year (2001) and we were supposed to meet up the next day… none of it seems plausible even to this day as there were not many murders in Seattle that year and on and on. I attended the trial and sentencing with his parents (who came out from the Midwest— they were salt-of-the-earth folks and that was their only son) and I’ll never forget Marks dad speaking at the sentencing (the defendant was a PoS who later admitted he opened fire on the wrong car) — Mark’s dad, this humble genuine guy stands up and says “I’m not here for my pound of flesh…” and there were very few dry eyes. They were still a bit inconsolable at the time having lost their only child. And he was a light in the world who could make anyone laugh. He can be forgiven for going to Yale and becoming a day trading prodigy. I still smile thinking about him and will never get over the senselessness but I got a chill when I realized that I’m now double the age of his death.
But I was also thinking about the sinister way so many people were killed in the genocide-democide. There was a six week period in 2021 in which 3 people I knew, one a very good friend, died suddenly, and it is really painful to know the truth and that many people still to this day don’t want to hear about or face the truth of those needless deaths by lab coat.