Betrayal by those you once trusted.
If you’ve ever been inside electoral politics or have learnt to leave aside whatever doctrinal leanings you have and actually take a hard look at whatever candidate you fervently support, you soon realise that whatever the political stripe they are, they all share the common attribute of having a public persona and a private one. We all of us have that same touch of split personality, except in our case the private persona tends to be very private and only shared with family and very close friends, if at all.
There is a difference with professional politicians. The public one is the one you see on television, newspapers and the various organs of the media. Their private personality is the day to day one they use with close advisers, inner confidants and other politicians they’re interacting with, and has nothing much to do with their inner selves. It’s the bullshit free version of them. A significant milestone in developing some political judgement is when you realise that simple fact, especially about politicians you idolised, and do so without dismissing all politicians as two-faced deceivers.
The amount of distance between their public and private personas is called integrity in their case.
The prime directive of all politics in a democracy is to get elected. There are lots of nicer ways of saying it but that means appealing to more voters than any other candidate. You have to tart yourself around a bit, do a bit of demeaning ass wiggling. The way this manifests itself is politicians trying to be all things to all men. This 24/7 effort of presentation bounces off people who are emotionally committed to the Left or the Right if a politician is not of their particular persuasion, but works to some extent with the politically marginally interested and to a much larger extent with what’s called the floating voter.
The average voter who’s not particularly interested in politics, which is to say the majority of them, knows when a politician is not actually saying anything of significance but rather making pleasant-sounding noises to the media surrounding them who just want some sort of story for the day, bland or otherwise. They tune that sort of stuff out, because after all the media don’t stop printing newspapers for the days when there’s no real news. The maw of the media beast always has to be fed.
The voter operates on the basis that at end of day what’s behind the usual politician front they recognise, is someone basically decent, not spotlessly honest but basically a decent type who’s having to jump through a few loops to win the election. What that average voter relies on is the mainstream media (MSM) to deliver an accurate sense of what a politician is really like behind their public facade.
They tune into the MSM and catch the headlines and surf on to something more interesting.
Where it gets dangerous is when their finger hovers over the surf on button but doesn’t press it. Stuff is coming out about a politician which is basically grubby, and they weren’t being told about it. They trusted the media to dig the real dirt out about the politico and guess what? They media has not only suppressed, but lied mainly by omission to them.
The media is not some whipped cur cravenly nuzzling up to their master, but some total and avidly compromised wretch prostituting the hard-earned reputation of the previous generations of the fourth estate because they know what’s best for us. They don’t need to be told which way to spin it, they’re actually the spinners and in some cases forwarding their articles in advance to politicians for approval.
Like blowsy languid tarts recalling the first and lost loves of their youth, they’re prepared to overlook the venereal-encrusted rottenness of the Clintons to do the whatever it takes view of politics as they suck deeply into the cheese-dicked vile spermatozoa which lies at the rotten heart of the Clintons.
Anything anti-Clinton is never reported on, but anything that might hurt Trump is a 24/7 head liner. The old adage that the best form of defence is a good attack has been done to death by the Clinton campaign. Suddenly all these nobodies come out of the woodwork to establish Trump as someone who once leered at them in a lift thirty years ago, but strangely without a shred of support, never mind an eyewitness in sight.
Sorry, I prefer a little bit of more substantial evidence, like Paula Jones holding up a cheque representing $850,000 plus legal expenses the Clintons paid her as an out of court settlement for a sexual harassment suit after she told Hillary exactly what to do with her face to face intimidation to stay quiet; a nice round million. We’re big people, you’re a nobody we can easily crush, but Paula told her exactly where to stick that idea.
It’s someone like her who should jump and reaching upwards catch that glorious laurel wreath of being the first female president of the US of A, and not some debased wretch like a Hillary Clinton whose only argument for the office is they deserve it because of the entitlement that they’re a woman and it’s about time.
God help us and the parlous state of journalism, it’s fallen to guerrilla movements like Project Veritas and WikiLeaks to take up the fallen mantel of investigative reporting which died the real death in journalism skool without anybody noticing.
The American writer Mark Twain once said “It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.” It’s a very clever observation, and in my experience it’s also a very true one. You can never be betrayed by an enemy; that’s always done by someone you trusted or perhaps loved. In a hostile situation, you’re on the look out for danger. In a friendly one, you drop your guard. It’s the known that surprises you, never the unknown.
After this campaign of complete duplicity on the part of the mainstream media, the position is that people initially trusted them, but I’m not sure the mass media will ever get back to that unquestioning respect of their reporting, never mind their opinion pieces. It’s a self-inflicted wound and to my mind a terminal one.
They’ve shown themselves to be part and parcel of that rotten swamp in Washington and a media that needs to be drained, and what little good there is in the whole mess of it will get sucked out with the bad.
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