Posted On: Friday - December 3rd 2021 2:23PM MST
In Topics:   TV, aka Gov't Media  Curmudgeonry  Bread and Circuses
No, unfortunately, these aren't the ones wearing those oversized suits and shaking around like maniacs to the excellent bass guitar of Tina Weymouth.
I'm thinking, this guy:
The first part of this post is really the last part of Wednesday's quick post Lady Madonna, doggie at your breast.. I really had meant to make this point there, but it's too late, so this will be the 2nd half of that and yet another post taken from that less than 1/2 hour* time spent in front of the boob tube.
Through no choice of my own, I was listening to a 20 y/o and an ~ 55 y/o, people I was forced to be in the presence of for about 15 minutes. The talk was so damned inane that I reached for some foam earplugs (I was behind them both, so I hoped they wouldn't notice.) Unfortunately, I had just one, and it was pretty waxed up from before, kinda nasty, so I had to listen. There was just no value in the conversation at all. It was one piece of phrasing taken from advertising or some celebrity after another. There's no use in even trying to recall the stupid back-and-forth of this "conversation", but a thought came to me very clearly. I can tell people who spend a lot of time in front of the TV.
I was dumber from having been there, and the first thing I did that afternoon was to get ahold of couple of new pairs of foam ear plugs. Yes, I got 'em in my jacket pocket.
Now, just after that time at the gym, I wrote down another piece of stupidity before I would forget about it. This one is the new style of TV news, sports, etc. reporting, in which the talking heads don't just talk but walk around too. I put that old financial dufus Jim Cramer at the top, because, I gotta admit, I had no idea who the new people I had seen were, in order to look them up for images. He'll do, though, as an example, as I remember his pacing around the stage, ranting about why I should buy this and sell that. (I didn't buy or sell Jack Squat, of course.)
The lady sportscaster was moving around the stage, pointing at this screen here, going over to this other one where another play was being shown, back over to sit on a stool and tell us something else... Oh, well, first "lady sportscaster"? What is THAT crap? Anyway, she was making me nervous with all that jumping around. It's bad enough I had to hear from (and look at due to it being right above me) one TV. Then, they've got many many TV's on the TV!**
It's of course not just this one lady. It's the same for regular news lots of the time, and I don't know if that Crazy Jim Cramer is still on. This is the way now. I don't like it. I remember when you had the one White guy, sometimes helped out by a Connie Chung, just sitting on his ass and calmly reading out the lies to us. Yeah, it was a lot of lies (of omission, perspective, etc.), but at least they were calm about it. Hey, "newscasters", sit the hell down! Slow down! Calm down!
My idea for a channel I might not even mind being played at the gym: NOP-TV - Newsmen On Prozac.
* I'm just admitting that this cardio workout was under 1/2 hour and would be, TV on or not. I go hard at it though.
** I know, they're called monitors now.