Rant and Sausages
Well it has come to pass that I am now boycotting all media news channels. It is not – as somebody suggested – that I wish to bury my head in the sand but because they have failed in their only function: to give us unbiased facts. That’s all I ask of my news provider – as they are now called. This last week they have shown their true colours with one scaremongering story after another. It’s like Fox News has become a template rather than something to be avoided at all costs.
You may gather that I am quite angry about this. It is utterly appalling that any British news organisation should be behaving in such a manner. At one time you could have switched on a television and been sure that the information being imparted by the grey suited man on the screen was accurate and factual. These days it’s like a twisted Cillit Bang advert.
The last straw was ITN’s coverage of the Swine Flu outbreak. A man stood in front of a large screen and stated that it is predicted that ‘millions will die’. This is nonsense! It is not predicted that millions will die, as this is one thing that can’t be predicted. The virus could die out by the end of the month and claim only a couple of victims or give a million people an uncomfortable few days in bed. This is not bubonic plague (which incidentally can be treated these days) it is an influenza outbreak. Get a fucking grip.
Yes it could come back next winter but by that time a vaccine will have been developed which will have taken around six months to produce.
Rant over.
Back to the usual.
This weekend is going to be a busy one. The chaps have pulled out of the GR podcast at the last minute (a week ago) so I’ll need to produce something to fill the gap. I will also be recording a new episode of Brain Fluff. Many a thank you and hug to those of you who watched the first. Your comments and compliments have been noted and yes I will be the performer rather than the real me in the next one. The last was a little flat because I honesty didn’t know if my usual style would come across.
Anyway enough of this solipsistic analysis. I sicken myself – oh no it’s the flu! Goodbye cruel world!
Venison and red wine sausages for tea.
