Someone is Trying to Distract You
|August 18, 2006||Posted by Staff under Progress Report, The Progress Report|
Someone is Trying to Distract You
Special Guest Essay
This is a long essay, but very thought-provoking. Please give it a chance.
DRIVING TO DISTRACTION:
Tripping On Reality In The Land Of Make Believe
by Dom Stasi
Journalism is the entertainment business. Frank Herbert
Fantasyland, 2006: Its cool and dry this workaday morning as I walk from my house to the car to begin my morning drive. Its cool and dry just about every morning here. The weather makes this part of Los Angeles a very nice but awfully pricey place to live. No worries, though. Over the next few years, well see big changes in both the weather and the American real estate market.
Consider this. Since real estate is mostly transacted with borrowed money, property values vary in an inverse proportion to the cost of that money and the propertys tax assessment. So, though they might appear unconnected, property values like those in the hills above LA will plummet when the annual federal deficit is no longer servicable.1 When that happens if it hasnt already – countries such as China, etc. can be expected to call in Americas multi-trillion dollar loans. Then well have to either conquer China, etc. in one hell of a nuclear holocaust or borrow more money from other faithful fast friends Saudi Arabia perhaps, or Kuwait. Of course that would come at an even higher rate, siphon major bucks from the U.S. economy, and require more diplomatic compromises. But beggars cant be choosers. We have burgeoning debts to pay. Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul would allow us to hold some foreign creditors at bay while we ship them our jobs and pay the other foreign creditors with their money.
Eventually well get to where we can only service the interest, and that will spill over to all borrowers not just the big overextended ones such as the federal government of the United States. Such a fiscal dichotomy will surely send the prime interest rates through the roof no matter how hard the Fed tries to keep them artificially low as they did again this morning. But, since Wall Street reacted just as expected, little else seems to matter. Empires cost money.
However, what that means to just plain folks is simple. When all these things come together, we are effectively a nation in Chapter-11 bankruptcy. We cant fund any new happy wars to keep unemployment low while we ship off jobs and kids to foreign lands, interest and taxes go through the roof, housing prices and real incomes go through the basement floor. Splat!
Oh, did you think the United States should be solvent just because you contribute a third of your salary to its government every week? –2– Puh-leez. Your rationalism is so Nineties.
Get over it, the media apologists tell us. Be of good cheer, they admonish, their philosophies as bankrupt as their ideology. These behaviors will keep the lights on here at home at least until were all dead and our kids can deal with the problem like the adults weve failed to become.
Im sorry, but like yourself, Im rational. I cant get over it. The implication from an economic failure is infuriating. Because, in my personal life, I try hard to be fiscally responsible. I dont attack or rob my neighbors for a living, not even the small unarmed ones, and I do not owe one red cent to anyone not a penny. Yet my supposedly fiscally conservative government holds me and my family responsible for their armed plunder and skyrocketing debts, while spending my tax money and yours as would a stupid, irrational, criminally insane, serial-murdering addict.
Come to think of it, thats exactly what my conservative government is!
Then again, maybe Im being harsh. Because, after all, the business editor on the local TV news this morning predicted only milk and honey for the real estate market and everything else in the years ahead. He foresees no interest explosion, no market collapse at all. He references the Dow-Jones Industrial Average and predicts growth infinite, blissful economic growth.
But aside from quoting serious looking people who sell real estate and stocks, he offered no plausible economic basis for sustaining this growth. He only spoke of a 1.2% increase in the gross domestic product.–4– Thats a down trend, but he saw it as growth. He also made no mention of how that reconciles against the 60,000 new manufacturing plants he mentioned that have been built in China. He seemed pleased with that, so I guess its a good trend too. He also failed to mention just how many of those factories were seeded with American corporate tax breaks during that same period.
As the business editor he must be aware of the Bush administrations $70,000,000,000.00 in new tax incentives for American businesses that move their manufacturing facilities off shore.–1–
I guess he forgot to mention that.
So, if I understand this, our tax money goes into corporations who take American jobs off shore to foreign slave shops. This new kind of slavery is even better than the old kind, because American corporations dont have to feed and clothe and house and whip the foreign slaves. We just have to pretend we dont know about them. The money saved yields profits that fall to those corporations bottom line. That in turn reflects positively on their stock prices, and since they are industrial, it boosts the Dow-Jones Industrial Average. The TV business editor then reads the days Dow, and tells us how the economy and gross domestic product is growing like Topsy.
Is this gross? Yes. Is it domestic product? I dont think so.
Lets face it. The business report was intended to pacify the TV stations viewers, not to enlighten them. In some quarters of the television business, thats a good thing. As a viewer, Im reassured. Supposedly, Ill watch this channel without becoming upset about the economy or child labor, and Ill buy stuff the station is selling, most of which is made offshore by economic slaves in places like American Samoa.–5– That allows them to employ indentured workers, and label the product Made In USA.
It seems wrong somehow, but as I said, who am I to question the business editor on the TV news. Im just a jerk with no debts. He knows best.
He knew best last season when he was the weatherman. He knows best now.
I cannot help but wonder though, if this guy were really able to predict the future of Americas hottest real estate and economic trends, would he be getting up at three oclock every morning to go to work at a TV station just so he could tell everyone else his secret?
Speaking of hot, my cars outside air temperature gauge reads 73 degrees as I pull out onto Mulholland Drive. Perfect. The cool breeze coming up the Cahuenga Pass gives no clue that before this day is done, the temperature is forecast to reach a broiling 1190 Fahrenheit. If it does (and it did) that will be a first for these parts. It doubt it will be a last.
Speaking of forecasts, the situation leading to these temperatures has been building for the past four decades. Still, our leaders in the Bush administration felt justified in rolling back or removing virtually all the sensibly imposed environmental protections and regulations on utilities and coal burning power plants that existed when they took office. Today just this morning, in fact – they reduced fuel consumption limits on automobiles. How is that good? These restrictions in aggregate would have prevented hundreds of millions of tons of CO2 and acidics from being belched into the upper atmosphere during the past five years alone. These were not draconian, but reasonable restrictions, limits on carbons and acids that would have prevented an environmental trap from being sprung on our kids, and their kids.
But instead, in their insatiable lust to reverse 30 years of progressive environmental law, Bush and his slobs have replaced virtually every secretary and sub secretary of such agencies as Superfund and EPA-air with the most rapacious corporate lobbyists. Each is a creature whose prior expertise was the defeating of government safeguards for a price. Now they are simply removing those safeguards and as taxpayers, were feathering their nests while they foul ours.
The head of the air division at Bushs Environmental Protection Agency for example is a utilities industry lobbyist who grew wealthy representing the worst polluters in the nation prior to his being on the tax rolls. Bush then appointed the infamous Maryann Horinko to head EPAs Superfund arm. Before working for us, Horinko made her living teaching polluters how to avoid Superfund. The list goes on and on and on. Just what environment are they protecting?
Between them they can choke the world, and will if we dont kick them to the curb.
I know what some of you are thinking. Please dont say it. These are not business experts of the spirit we need in government. They are nothing more than plunderers whove made their way by poisoning our common habitat planet Earth. This administration and its corporate flacks have rolled back an average of 80 environmental protection laws per year for the past 5 dismally retrogressive American years and theyve done so on our dollar. Do the math. Watch the tides. Track the temperatures. Measure the sunlight. Smell the air. Enjoy the view. Taste the fish. Drink from the tap. Take a swim. The mutant fruits of this governments labors are everywhere. And everywhere includes your childrens lungs and bloodstreams and expected lifespans.
The Bushies remained free to pollute and thus appease their corporate owners and deceive their naïve constituents, all the while destroying our childrens bodies and their world. Theyve remained free because the same mainstream corporate media that now reports on such things as climate change as if theyd discovered it themselves this morning, had remained cowering and silent for those same five years. Five years, I might add, during which every credible scientist not speaking for a polluter or the White House was forecasting exactly the mess we now have almost to the degree. The climatologists were spot-on. Yet despite a 94% scientific consensus on climate change, an indolent press left the public to figure things out for ourselves. Meanwhile the reporters were chasing Brad and Angelina around the ever warmer, stormier, smellier, weirder-weathered globe.
Anyway, enough unpleasantness. Right now my morning commute is taking me along a ridgeline. Up here the sky is still clear and steel blue. Just ahead, a pair of women jog along the cliffs edge. Cresting the hill, they pause to rest, hands on knees. Sweat glistens from their not-quite-naked bodies. I wave. On the off chance I might be a movie producer, they smile and wave back. For the moment, all seems right with the world. Global warming is not entirely without its advantages. Like the Randy Newman song says, I love L.A.
However, as I round the last switchback curve and start down, things change quickly. The San Fernando Valley spreads before me, shrouded in what I like to think is mist, but suspect is something else, something drier, more carbonic than mist. The valley is where Im bound, and whatever that grey gas is, my lungs, like the gills of a fish, will have to glean what oxygen they can from it for the rest of this day. Its tiring. It burns the eyes.
Pondering the noticeably darker air toward which Im headed, I wonder for a moment what would happen if we all started driving hybrids. What would happen if at the same time the power plants cleaned up their act. Would the heavy opaque particulates that daily dim the sunlight fall back to earth and not be replaced aloft. Would this reduce the worlds visible smog, but leave the buoyant, and transparent greenhouse gasses suspended in the air. Would that be like removing the earths sunglasses? Would the temperatures here climb to 130 degrees? What about everywhere else? The Coriolis forces aloft have carried pollution all around the globe, darkened every sky. Has this been masking the true degree to which greenhouse effect will warm the orb as we bake under suddenly clearer skies? Have we, through the Bush administrations cavalier disregard, finally passed the point of no return. Have we snapped the environmental trip-wire? Have we finally trapped ourselves into a damned if we do, damned if we dont biotic syndrome? No one really knows yet.
What would result from a brighter, and thus warmer world? What would be wrought by a warmer melting Greenland? Alaska? Antarctica? Would the San Fernando Valley become a lake?
I choose to not think about that, either. In fact, enough unpleasantness. Perhaps the other 6% of the scientists most of whom work for the Bush government and its contractors – will turn out to be right. After all, its not like the Bush people are never right. Is it?
I switch on the car radio.
I hear about a war, and another, and another. Each of them seems to be pitting one bunch of guys with uniforms, automatic rifles, tanks, helicopter gunships, F-16s, and satellite guided bombs against another bunch of raggedy guys who are shaking their fists or throwing rocks and homemade explosive devices at the tanks. But the news man speaks only of heroes and terrorists. The heroes are the ones with the uniforms and tanks, etc. While the terrorists (presumably when theyre not throwing rocks) are running back into their own houses to develop nuclear weapons of mass destruction. The news man says that very thing. He says the terrorists are developing nuclear weapons. Theyll use them against us too if we dont stop them. Our president said that too. And he was talking mushroom clouds, not dirty bombs. Just how theyll do it, how theyll deliver them here, split the nuclei, stimulate a chain reaction, stuff like that, neither the newsman nor our president deigned to elaborate.
But, if I follow this logic to a conclusion, it presumes the terrorists have figured out the ways and means. They must have. Not only that, theyre trying to fool us, these terrorists. Theyre trying to fool us by skipping past the whole rifle, tank, airplane, satellite kind of fighting and going straight from rock throwing, to building and launching atomic intercontinental exoatmospheric ballistic guided missiles that will cross the oceans and release a thermonuclear yield capable of blowing up an American city. Now, while going from rocks to rockets, fists to fission might seem a pretty broad technological leap a leap that took the rest of us hominids 250,000 years – lets not forget, these are terrorists. Just 19 of them scared the wits out of more Americans than did the whole Nazi army back in the day. They can do anything. Theyre evildoers!
It all makes sense, too. Theyre targeting Wyoming. I know that, because our leaders – our political leaders have sent our Vice Presidents home state of Wyoming more money per capita for homeland security every year since September 11, 2001, than they send to New York, for example, or California, big (blue) states with vulnerable ports of entry through which a fissionable pile could find its way here (if it werent arriving by rocket or shampoo bottle).6
Coincidence? I dont think so.
After all, if this global warming thing is true, New York and L.A. will be submerged anyway, and Laramie might become our biggest port. Itll need protection. That costs money.
But just then, just when the pieces all seem to fit, the newsman mentions that our leaders have decided to do something else to protect us from omnipotent terrorists. Theyve announced that theyre closing the Air Force NORAD war room deep inside Colorados Cheyenne Mountain. Thats the very place built to survive and respond to nuclear missile attack. Theyre closing it, the news guy says, because Washington has decided that threat no longer exists. I dont get it. That contradicts the president. What happened to the mushroom cloud? What about the inoperable Star Wars system?7 Why did he budget $17 billion a year to maintain our nuclear arsenal? How will we know where to aim our 10,000 atomic bombs? What about the nuclear wannabe terrorists? What about Lets kill em over there before them folks kills us over here!
Oh, well. Maybe the Bush people plan to have Haliburton build a new war room in Wyoming after they close the old one in Colorado. The old one was called Cheyenne mountain wasnt it? Thats gotta be what theyre thinking. They knew all along. Our leaders know stuff that we dont. God talks to some of them, even, and He knows all.
Boy! Im glad I figured that one out. Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. Thats rich.
Anyway, I try not to think about the wars so much these days. Eventually perhaps, Ill try not to think at all, about anything. It would be easier.
But I cant.
Unlike the popular media, I cannot ignore the threat of biotic self-destruction through environmental abuse as have the escapists and criminals among us. I cannot I will not – believe stupid inbred politicians while ignoring scientists and overwhelming scientific consensus.
Yet, as a tutored society we discount the very real possibility of nuclear war between superpowers. We are not told by the empty talking heads on TV about the 280 tons of highly enriched uranium that has disappeared from old Soviet labs and is perhaps bound for our unsecured ports. We dont connect the repercussive dots of our ceaseless aggression and brushfire wars for oil. Instead a naïve public is kept focused on terrorists building fissionable weaponry in their hovels. Were dissuaded to believe that the most dangerous explosive is the oil beneath those hovels. It will someday kill us all unless our countrymen wake up and behave more like reasoning humans and less like reactionary, obedient beasts, cloven satyrs stomping out a danse macabre.
Its all so complex, so tragic. The constant train of excuses were given are too simplistic, reactionary, confused, predictable. Moronic. Does anyone actually believe this crap anymore?
As if on cue, my last question is answered. A school-bus-like SUV cuts in front of me, sans blinker. Its bumper sticker reads, Jeb Bush 08.
I follow this genius around another curve, and somehow choose not to go over the edge. He speeds off on his self-important way, thus restoring my forward visibility. A hill appears in the distance. Large white letters adorn its side. The letters hover in my windshield as if floating above the mystery mist. The hillside letters spell out, Hollywood. Ah, yes. Now thats something I will choose to think about.
Turning off Mulholland Drive, I descend to the valley floor. There I make a slight detour to pick up my assistant. Her car is in the shop for its annual smog check. Too quickly, my thoughts come back to the mystery mist.
Scrambling into the passenger seat, Elysee asks me to drop the convertible top. As I do, she points to a house across the street from her own and informs me that its the home Marilyn Monroe once shared with Joe DiMaggio. A born tour guide, minutes later she will point out the house where Bob Hope lived until his recent passing. Then Im shown the home of the comics one time neighbor and long time friend Bing Crosby.
Though Ive made this trip at least 1000 times, Ive never once thought about whose homes I might be passing. After all, driving past a celebritys home in this town is about as remarkable as passing a farmhouse in Nebraska.
We drive on, now passing the studios of ABC, CBS, NBC, Universal Studios Hollywood, Warner Brothers, and Technicolor. Another slight detour and we stop at Elysees favorite coffee shop. Returning to the car, she tells me Mel Gibson was in front of her in line, unaware no doubt that before this week was out, Mr. Gibson would face his own heat wave. Too bad, because if the newsman had had that information he would not have wasted all that air time depressing me with all his babble about wars and heroes. He could have devoted the entire newscast to something real: a drunk-driving movie star. Now thats news!
Resuming our trip, we pass the Walt Disney Studios. Approaching our office, we cross a street named Hollywood Way and pass the offices of Clear Channel radio.
Finally the glass tower where we work rolls into view. Arrayed across the buildings roof and courtyard are satellite dishes large and small, lots of em. All day, every day these devices send the products of the surrounding studios to downlink locations across the globe where theyll be consumed by billions eager to be entertained, and willing to be unduly influenced. I call the latter Americas Tutored Class.
We cross the parking structure to the main buildings lobby. Actor Mister T shares our elevator. With a nod, he steps off on three. As we step off on four, singer Josh Groban steps on. He smiles. Elysee too is smiling, broadly; she has been since the coffee shop. She, too, loves L.A.
Now, while my journey from home to office is but a few short miles, perhaps five, youll agree that as morning commutes go, mine is a real trip. So, one might presume that Im in Hollywood, right?
Despite encountering so many Hollywood icons, so many engines of image and influence, my short drive has taken me through the Southern California towns of Studio City, Toluca Lake, and Burbank, but I did not pass through downtown or cross into the actual city limits of Hollywood at all. That berg is over the hill in Angelino parlance, miles away beyond the misty Hollywood sign. In fact, the only major TV network with studios in the fantasyland of downtown Hollywood is CNN. The cable news networks building dominates the Hollywood skyline. A more fitting and shameless gaffe than that, defies imagination.
It does, however, make the point of this story. Hollywood is as much a state of mind as it is an actual place. Just like the lines of demarcation that once separated news from entertainment, border lines are fabrications pure and simple. Few such lines are visible to the casual observer. Fewer still are discerned by the tutored.
What is visible though, visible to everyone who cares to look, can at times be inspiring and other times frustrating. One thing is certain, though, the landscape here is as uniquely American as is that Nebraska farmhouse.
These places, these studios that stretch for miles in all directions are where people such as I – and others whom I prefer to think are not at all like me – make and sell one of the countrys most successful and therapeutic elixirs: escape from reality.
As elixirs go, escape is a potent one.
But heres the thing about potent elixirs. If consumed to overdose, they often have serious side effects. Escape is no exception.
Yet, as long as Americans are buying escape from reality, the mythmakers in this town myself among them will sell it to them. Well disguise reality as entertainment, and well disguise entertainment as news. Do it too long and the American public becomes desensitized.
Do it too well, so well in fact that the lines between fact and fiction become difficult to find, disappear, or are deliberately hidden, and we cause an already desensitized public to confuse perception with reality. Thats where many of us draw a line figuratively. But it is a line no less, and one most of us do not cross.
But neither do we matter. Because many more many more! do cross that line. Desperate for fame, fortune, or just because theyre greedy and frightened neurotics with their eyes fixed firmly on the bottom line and no other, the latters numbers grow and grow, along with the money they bring in, and the lies, treason, and garbage they put out.
Their audience Americas Tutored Class those who buy such garbage and cart it away in their heads is growing too. So much so that today, Americans are certainly the most entertained but perhaps least informed industrial society on earth. Today the Harris Poll reported that 50% of Americans believe that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction again. Thats up from 36% last year. The story cites Fox News as one source of such belief one among many.
As reality becomes less commercial, the salesmen of media revise it. As reality becomes less palatable, the popular American mind willingly turns its attention to fantasy. But the void remains. And it is precisely such widespread and willful ignorance that will be and might already have been our national undoing. Far too many Americans no longer think for themselves. The results are evident to those of us who do.
The results are evident to any who realize our democratic republic was founded upon knowledge and wisdom. It cannot be sustained upon ignorance. No such tutored populace can sustain a government of self-determination. That takes maturity, courage, discretion, and the capacity to think critically however unsettling such thought might be.
That such qualities are ever-less-broadly manifest in Americas private sector is precisely why our democracy is slipping some say flying away from us. And its slipping away from all of us, not just the jerks, cowards, ignorati, true-believers, crooks, paranoids, and sociopaths whove brought us to this sorry state of affairs, but all of us. Weve watched a presidents policies take us to peace and public riches previously unimagined, then seen him impeached, not for his policies, but for private transgression.
Weve seen two subsequent elections stolen right before our eyes. Then we watched as an unelected buffoon allowed our nation to be attacked. His only response: dragging her to the depths of bankruptcy and civic turpitude. Yet weve done nothing. Our voice in government has been muzzled by a crazy and fabricated majority and weve done nothing. Nothing!
Living in todays America is like working for a company whose board of directors and company policies are put in place by anyone and everyone – from genius to jackass, competitor to contributor, everybody, every skilled and honest stakeholder, yes, but also every jerk on the street, every certifiable lunatic, every hoodlum gets to pick the board by voting or choosing not to. Its done with no prospectus, no SEC oversight no honest mainstream press to report the transgressions.
Despite the darkness everybody has a say in selecting, keeping or firing the board. Even in an honest organization something our government is not- thats a failure just waiting to happen. In America, the waiting is over. And the mass media missed the story. Hell, they created it!
To understand why they chose to miss the story and so did most Americans – one need but consider the lingering effects of just one catastrophic administration, that of Ronald Reagan. During his presidency, Hollywood actor Ronald Reagan was willing to allow in fact, institutionalize – the deliberate deception of the American public by the mass media. He knew the medias power well, and despite his canonization by the Right, was little more than a disturbed and frightened ideologue. He struck down the Fairness Doctrine from the U.S. Communications Act, thus making the mass media a tool for whatever propagandists had the most money and fewest reservations about using it to achieve their self-serving anti-democratic ends. He also knew well who these traitors were. He was and remains – their poster boy. Simply stated, Reagan abused our public trust and equally public airwaves to advance his personal agenda. He succeeded.
The frequencies channels that radio and television broadcasters rely upon to carry their signals are not the property of those broadcasters. No. The airwaves just like the national parks are the property of the American people. It is for that reason that they have historically been regulated. Just like there are no political or religious billboards in Yellowstone Park, there are no single-sided ideologies promoted on the air or there were none before Ronnie the Popular decided he knew what was best for us.
The airwaves the PUBLIC airwaves – have historically been forbidden from being used to advance an exclusive ideology. The most effective tool for maintaining a balance, for insuring against media bias was the Fairness Doctrine. If one point of view was advanced by a licensee as news, the opposing view must be given equal time and exposure. Thats all gone now. Its been replaced by Rush Limbaugh, Michael Savage, Ann Coulter, and the foreign-owned White House communications arm know as Fox News.
Theyre neither well informed, analytical, nor often correct. They dont have to be. Their audience is the Tutored Class. And they give the Tutored Class exactly what the Tutored Class wants someone to form opinions for them.
Surprisingly, and well aware of what Reagan did to our democratic republic by scrapping the Fairness Doctrine, more aware no doubt than was Reagan himself, a few years later president William Jefferson Clinton inexplicably gutted the Communications Act further by relaxing the provision known as the ownership cap. This provision prohibited any one media corporation such as foreign propagandists Rupert Murdoch and Roger Ayles (News Corp, Fox News), or massive government contractor, weapons builder extraordinaire, and polluting grand master General Electric (NBC) to own more than its fair share of stations in an American market.
The reasons for an ownership cap are as obvious as those behind a Fairness Doctrine.
Media has historically, because of technical limitations, been divided into markets. The larger a market, the more opportunity for economically-sustainable fragmentation within it. In other words, if there were enough people to support a stations point of view or program fare, that station would seek and maintain a license, thus creating a hierarchy of popularity, ratings and revenue share. New York City, for example has far more radio and television licensees than does Fargo, ND. Thats because among its 13 million viewers and listeners the New York market can produce at least 500,000 people who might be interested in virtually any topic at any given time. That half-million folks is a major market in itself.
Most terrestrial broadcast markets, however, cannot attract 500,000 listeners to all their stations combined. Thats why traditionally only the most widely popular fare was offered to mid-sized and smaller markets. Not only that, but many targets were hard to reach philosophically, or had no money. Every market, regardless of size, also contains a large portion of those with resources, but to whom it was hard to sell. Station automation and syndication mitigated this, but only marginally. So, a huge portion of the American public has been fed populist pabulum and little else for the past seventy years.
All that changed with communications satellites.
Truth?! You cant handle the truth! With communications satellites a station can reach the entire country. Thats a market of 80 million households. If you tailor your fare to those to whom it is easy to sell, youve got a market of the unprepared, the credulous thats several times larger than the entire New York City market of old. And it is, by design, a market of people who will happily buy whatever youre selling everything from soap to propaganda. Who are these people, you ask?
How about an American tertiary, C-contour, LPFM, rural media market that has been weaned on populist fare, country music, and little else? The carpetbaggers have fleeced these people before. Well, theyve done it again.
How about the Christian Right? They shout their credulity and disdain for evidence to the world and fairly beg to be fooled and parted from their money.
How about their conjoined twin the political constituency of the Republican Right? They believe what daddy tells them despite a world of blood-soaked, financially ruinous, demoralizing events, actions, and evidence unfolding before their tightly closed eyes every second of very day in Bushs and Cheneys and Roves and Norquists and Reeds and Gingritchs and Frists new America.
How then I ask, can a commercial mass media, a media that lives by its ratings, fail to pander to this tutored, credulous, ignorant, biased, and demonstrably foolable class?
Be reasonable. We cannot. There is no mass liberal media in this country. Anyone who believes there is, is as credulous as that herd I just mentioned. At best were whores.
The Ministry Of Truth: Though Hollywood will always be identified with the movies, and movies will always be identified with escape from reality, the razors edge separates the healthy suspension of disbelief from the psychotic; the entertained from the tutored in a target audience. When it comes to the latter, when it comes to adults more willing to be tutored by strangers than to think for themselves, it is not the movies that feed them their pabulum. It is television and radio and their no-nothing news and talk shows that are by far the worst offenders in this game of escape.
Shrouded in a false milieu of truth and unearned expertise, the pundits of hate radio and 24 hour news TV, with their parade of bow tied, bespectacled and miniskirted experts, opine and opine and opine. That they do this to the delight of their physically matured but mentally juvenile fans the tutored is their charm. That their opinions are absolutely predictable is at once their meal ticket, and the absolute falsification of their babble as opinion. The former goes uncriticized; the latter goes unrecognized.
As evidence, consider that of the 310 radio and television talk shows that have sprung up between 1991 and 2001 only five have been progressive. This is not entertainment. Its not even politics. This is salesmanship. Be it philosophy or soap products, it is easy to sell to people who believe what theyre told without question. If an audience tunes in to a pundit despite that it can be demonstrated that he or she lies to them day after day, is proven wrong year after year, chances are those people will buy whatever else one might endeavor to sell them, such as soap. Its salesmanship.
My wife calls this a sign of the times. Im sure shes right. Shes a realist.
Another realist, old time Hollywood mogul Louis B. Mayer once observed, In this town, art makes for lousy business, and business makes for lousy art. I guess he was right too.
So today we have a media and a press – that remains free, but is devoid of the courage to be as truthful as that freedom mandates. Not only does todays mass media quiver at the very thought of speaking truth to power, its practitioners no longer even have the skills required to do so with meaning, to rebut with the gravity and power born of truth.
Conclusion: As I stand at my office window, I look out on the Hollywood that isnt Hollywood. With the morning haze gone, its expanse is clearly visible now. No other place is so associated with pure fantasy – pure escapist fantasy. When it is produced, distributed, and exhibited as such, the practice is called artistic fidelity. It is often brilliant. It is Americas most successful export and our gift to the world.
When it is not, however, when fantasy is disguised as news, then it is propaganda. And though we think of propaganda as the cartoonish raised-fist-proselytizing of a Joseph Gobbles, a Tokyo Rose, or of Pravda that stuff is the propaganda of days past. Today, it is American propaganda that dominates. But it is not the stuff of a Creel Commission. It is the propaganda of the 21st Century and the one quality it shares with is primitive progenitors is that like them, it threatens the world.
American propaganda is an infinitely more sophisticated, potent and at the same time subtle kind of carcinogen than the others. It is the product of an unholy marriage between the psychologists of Madison Avenue and the mythmakers of Hollywood, and it is the single most persuasive mind-altering elixir ever concocted. And despite its embracing of the flag and the family and every other kind of juvenile claptrap, it is the most anti-American thing I can imagine. Or, as another cartoonist named Walt once observed, We have seen the enemy and he is us.
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From my window, I look again toward the Walt Disney lot. My gaze is drawn to the Team Disney office building. The sight of it always pleases me. In a very un-corporate-seeming tribute to unabashed fantasy, the upper façade of this multinational conglomerates headquarters building comprises seven stone columns. Each is carved into the shape of dwarf. Yes, the seven dwarfs.
Arms raised, the gigantic dwarfs appear to be holding up the parapets. Sleepy, Sneezey, Doc, Grumpy, Bashful, Happy, and Dopey. The family of man.
Cast in stone, the caricatured columns stand, literally and figuratively, as an homage to the movie that made the sprawling studio possible. That movie was of course Disneys first animated feature and mega hit, Snow White and the You know the one. It ends with the words, and they lived happily ever after.
Welcome to Fantasyland. Some still call it America.
Dom Stasi is chief technology officer for an international television network based in Los Angeles. An Air Force veteran and member of the original Project Apollo technical team, he is a widely published science and technology writer. The opinions expressed are solely his own.
Footnotes & References
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Private Profiteers and Public Airwaves
The Bush Economy: Fat, Drunk and Broke
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