…from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
The New York Times, perhaps you have heard of it, claims to be a newspaper of the record, and so had, perhaps still has, the Down Under extreme Left rag, called The Age. Of course, many other publications claim the same plaudit, based mostly on wishful thinking and reminiscences of centuries past. But enough jocularity. Somehow those illiterates remind me of the modern, in primitive socialism soaked Greeks, who claim cultural affinity with the Greeks ancient. The Greeks are not alone, of course. The Chinese propaganda’s claim that theirs is the world’s oldest continuous culture is based on nothing more substantial than the fact the people of similar DNA occupy the approximately same geographical area; the myth mindlessly repeated or at least not questioned by the history-challenged media sycophants, the lumpen-Marxists infesting the universities, pseudo-artists and the venal businessmen.
One should not glorify the past, especially not the journalistic past. Regardless of noble sounding slogans on the first page, like this one – “The freedom of the press still furnishes that check upon government which no constitution has ever been able to provide” – Chicago Tribune; the one close to reality – “All lies we dare to print” never appears.
Irrelevant aside: Occasionally, though less and less frequently, my friends suggest I am exaggerating. I am not, or hardly ever, and if so, it is an oversight. It is my failing/ misfiring/backfiring memory which makes me appear so cynical. I offer an excuse; I have a lot to forget, far more than most people critising me.
Thus, back to this journalism thing, and in particular the USA one, I recalled something I read. The name Vardon means nothing to the majority of human race and unfortunately a little even to millennial golfers, nurtured on the TV diet of expensive, hole-in-one products. In 1905 Harry Vardon, the doyen of golf, wrote a book called The Complete Golfer, full of astute, albeit today mostly quaint, advice. I particularly like the one not to over do it – no more than two rounds a day; seven days a week, obviously. When he writes about his experiences in America, then just starting to get interested in the noble game, he mentions the newspapers’ reporting. “As was inevitable, I was victimised by the interviewers who wrote ‘interviews’ with me which I had never accorded, containing most amazing particulars about my methods and habits. Occasionally a reporter was turned on to describe a game when he knew nothing about the golf, and then the results were sometimes amusing. One of these writers had it that I ‘carried away the green with my drive.’ Another said I ‘dropped dead at the hole.‘”
Yes, the newspapers of record have long, fully fake history. Today their record is scratched, warped, almost beyond intelligent audio rendering, but still loud and able to stay in a Marxist groove, unless it hits a different politically correct bump and jumps into the near one – Maoist, Trockyist, global warming, Stalinist, fascist Green as the case may be; but always the Left, anti-democracy and anti-people groove.
Just one example. Women and their treatment by Islam –by all Islam, peaceful, moderate, extremist and almost-nothing-to-do-with-Islam Islam. If not for amateur bloggers the professionally deceived public would know nothing about Muslim outrages during the New Year celebration in Europe. It is no excuse that police, not just in Germany, reported nothing unusual until they, almost a week later, had to. Journalists are supposed to be questioning authorities, seeking facts and truthfully reporting them.
A reminder here. It is a daily denial. The misogynist behaviour of Muslim invaders of Europe is not limited to one night. It is occurring constantly, as a search of internet, ignoring the sources of “record” ( Reuters, Al Jazeera, BBC and such like) would show. [ See, for example here ] Sad to say, but the main stream media record is that of cowardice, wilful ignorance and socialist partisanship – take your pick. You know what I think.
One does not know whether to feel sorry, pity for or perhaps envy of the majority of Westerners blissfully relying on the main stream media. They chuckle at the Manuel’s of Faulty Towers or Sgt Schultz’s in Hogan heroes “me know nothing”antics and at the same time proudly saying “me know everything”. Their ABC ( Australian Broadcasting Commissars) said so.