the art of news corpse...
A few journalists call News Corp "news corpse"... I often call it the merde-och press. We're all wrong. News Corp is an art form taken to the limit of insanity and distraction with brilliance...
I have already mentioned Miranda's effort in this Saturday Telegraph in regard to another blancmange column by Annabel... But the picture above is from of the Saturday Telegraph Magazine... Like the rest of the merde-och artisty, this one is designed to soften us to the idea that Kevin Andrews, one of the Ministers for making your working life a misery under John Howard, is a softie and a nice bloke... And you're such poor destitute people after his stint at trying to cut your benefits that of course your marriage is off course. He knows the solution: go and visit a marriage counsellor. Brilliant. In one article and a front page, you are pummelled like a tenderised steak to the idea this fellow cares about you. Your call.
But in that same artful dodging paper while Canberra is burning with Tony Abbott playing the sob violin like Nero, you are NOT alerted to the fact that Tony is a liar but that "Hockey takes risk and rolls dice" NOT to let you know that his budget is crap (there is a game called Krap I believe) but that as a nation of gamblers we should pay up, despite the odds not being in our favour...
Meanwhile Rudd is all pummelled as usual by this merde-och press, for his successful insulation programme, for the tragedies due to a few shonks forcing themselves onto the scheme.
Then we are treated to the ABC mucking up an interview which was not mucked up, but hey, anything to damage the ABC.
The piece de resistance in this gutter press syndrome is then spread eagle onto two pages about the wife of Ray Hadley and her "coach denying having an affair"... Of course, the Telegraph is not presently enamoured with Ray, though they are both on the same side of right-wing crap... Thus one could "believe" a softening of the Telegraph in regard to poor Ray... Bollocks! The next day, the Sunday Telegraph goes frontal with this unimportant story: HER NEW LOVE — Suzanne Hadley braves firestorm to go public with her footy coach... No hint of an affair, though... The tiff between Ray Hadley and the merde-och press is apparently about Ray's need to bury the hatchet with League coaches which he poopooed with vigour to show he knows stuff which he has only opinions about... Who cares... I know you don't... You're about to go and visit your marriage councellor because Kevin Andrews made your life so tough ten years ago, your marriage never recovered from poverty. But he has the solution...
This is the art of news corpes taken to the limit of insanity and distraction with brilliance...