While Walter Cronkite was the default source of info. consumed by Americans to aid our pursuits of life, liberty, and happiness, far more than a face planted inside your screen, he was an appendix on a global organism that monetized the dope we’re all hooked on.
That’s the way it was, but it’ll never be that way again, now that screens know the scant value people have for knowledge, content instead to be told which brand of cancer stick is for dieting women, which promotes the cowboy vibe, and which is meant for folks in the ‘hood.
You could look it up, sisters and brothers, and learn that butts outkilled bullets 20 to 1, while Lewis F. Powell Jr. advocated BigTobacco’s goals to Congress, until Tricky Dick Nixon hired him in 1971, to plan and wage an Attack on the American Free Enterprise System, in exchange for a seat on the Supreme Court.
Powell’s Memo produced the Federalist Society; two generations of its jurist imprudence scuttled the settled law of Roe v. Wade and returned every American woman’s uterus to within reach of government hands. Then they foisted Project 2025 on U.S.
Networks got rich monetizing the time people deposit, like currency, into the vast wasteland of game show, soap opera and ballgame, free of charge, except for the price people pay for diseased lungs, big gulp diabetes, unjust wars, and social dis-integration.
Faces plant themselves today in mini TV studios to Podcast a monotony of me-takes to one another on what went wrong. What went wrong is that voters replaced reading with watching and listening, which transformed them into a pliable mob, putty in the tiny, vulgar hands of the loudest non-reader in the land.
Dave Read