The Good, the Bad, and the Media

 From The National Affairs Desk-

Prologue:

"Cally! Cally, Cally, Cally! Cally, where are you now, Cally?" Its hours before dawn and I'm dancing around the laptop wearing a Mexican serape, waving a LED lantern in a fit of laughter, hysterics, rage, and other forms of energy. I'm amusing myself with yet another example of a paid member of the media going off the rails, becoming a "my way or you're wrong," cliche; an insufferable bore. The writer this time is Brett "Cally" Callwood, former music writer for Detroit weekly "Metro Times" and current music writer for LA weekly, uhhhh, "LA Weekly", a seemingly lateral career movie though one can say LA is a larger market which translates to more eyes that wont read your shit. Brett is another in a long line of writers who let their audience dictate their ideas and writing, a total sellout. I have had three writing offers around here, one with a major sports site, and all went bust when they asked me to tone down my style. I said no and they can get anybody to flesh out a memo and tow the line and sacrifice identity for an editor. I never understood that my weird tone and style was what got my foot in the door, and then they wanted to strip it all away. Do I look like soon to be fired Metro Times editor Lee DeVito? I digress. Brett is like most media in 2020. Everything has to be politicized. Both sides do it from the loons at Fox News to the loons at, well, pretty much everywhere else. It has become such a frustrating bore. Back to Cally.

Callwood wrote/interviewed the JCM in 2014 for the Metro Times, our largest write-up to date. I think we were promoting our set at the Hamtramck Music Fest (RIP). It sure as hell wasn't an upcoming record ho ho ho. In typical fashion, I insisted the interview take place at JCM "HQ", a bikini bar with fish on the walls and drugs in the back office. I was suitably loaded and had the drinks put on the JCM expense account. The interview went well, nothing too positive, nothing too negative. It let the reader make up their mind. Perfect. The piece turned out well. Then, a few years later, when I was being attacked by various hate cliques, one of them posted the four year old MT article in an early example of cancel culture. Callwood actually came out and apologized and acted like he had zero idea we were shit talking, bully, shit starters for years. It broke my heart; never forgave him. Soon after, he was off to LA where these days feels the need to infuse every piece of his writing with personal rhetoric and politics. I can't stand that stuff and I see it everywhere and it is so so lazy, one big double standard shit show. Anyway, today made me think of that. Moving on to the Main Post.

The Double Standard Shit Show-

I see it everywhere and it is so so lazy, one big double standard shit show. At first glance you may think, "Oh boy, another far-right, Pro-Trump rant," but that is not the case. I barely mention Trump at all. It only looks skewed because what's the point of me posting about Trump's tax returns, or if he is/isn't Covid +, or, oh my, he made fun of somebody? There is no point because everyone from major media to your cousin in Montana has posted on it. Its like common knowledge, man. My timeline is flooded by it and every regurgitated post and meme is more and more diluted and lazy. People become desensitized by it and it loses its impact. That's why I was so excited when the New York Post ran with the exclusive on Hunter Biden's Big Ukrainian Adventure co-starring Joe. I was giddy when I woke up at 5pm and saw the links pouring in from my (anonymous) sources. I wasn't giddy because I wanted to see anybody fall on their face [although I did get a perverse grin seeing somebody who is constantly coddled by the media and political experts (celebrities ho ho) have to sweat a little bit]. I Was giddy because before I even started, my sources (The Honor Roll) and I shared a laugh predicting what the reaction would be: Ignoring it and remain focused on the dull Supreme Court Hearings, saying there was no proof or vetting, Trump was behind it all, or, gasp, actual censorship. It turns out that all four top guesses were correct, so predictable. I was excited because there was finally some dirt on Biden et al. We all know Trump is a crook, immune to Covid, has the power to cure Covid, and a sexual deviant who only preys on those looking to make a buck or sell a (ghostwritten) book. I had difficulty processing how somebody with this aura of likability (my #1 trait in choosing who I vote for) could possibly be, at best, a pawn, or, at worst, a filthy crook as well. Of course, that's assuming the Post's articles are true and the e-mail screenshots not photoshopped, ho ho. Ah fuck it, lets run with it. If its vetted and found false I will retract, redact, and apologize quicker than Cally to a militant black femme. For the record, I could care less about Big Trouble in Little Ukraine or crack pipes. Who cares? I had no problem with Mr. Bill hunting slash from Arkansas to the Oval Office. In fact, I think it helped him get elected. But I do have a problem with the media and an even bigger one with censorship. I get brain bubbles from living in an age where Eddie Murphy has to apologize for jokes he made in the 80's before he is allowed to host Saturday Night Live, and is rewarded for prostrating himself with an Emmy, an age where the host of the Emmy's pretends "The Man Show" never existed, an age where the best local Detroit blogger/journalist has to apologize because his writing cost some lazy pig a few, undocumented, days of work due to trauma. I'm flattered, but digress again; The Meat of the Matter.

This all started with a forgotten laptop, weird files, a small, but highly corrupt state called Delaware starring the Biden's, the Ukraine, lots of money, and culminating with an article in the New York Post. I will include headlines, major talking point screencaps for the waterhead Readers and a link, if I have it, for those wanting to y'know read instead of going in blind.

Here is the link For the Above.

The Post goes full-on scorched earth and ties personal business dealings taking place under the Obama administration's time/dime.

Full disclosure, I voted for Obama twice, but also was aware that he also benefitted from media coddling so the above article (Link Here) was a big no-no. All of this is a big, bad no-no, bad bad bad. Release the hounds, and as Kurtz would say, "Exterminate the brutes". Shortly after 9am some pencil pusher named Andy Stone had already had enough and totally had to make a statement, dammit.

Who the fuck is Andy Stone and who made him a media czar and me his bitch? Oh, here:

And, like a disease, the "We can't have this" Club is mobilized.

Keep in mind, that while leaning slightly right and prone to tabloid jest, the New York Post is one of the largest publications in the country and didn't get there overnight. The Post has been active longer than the New York Times (1801 vs. 1851). But don't take my word for it.

Right around the time Andy Stone was taking a stand the Biden camp closed down shop and put a "lid" on Wednesday's public coming's and going's, although whoever runs his official Twitter toasted a birthday wish to George Floyd and promised he would not become a hashtag, oops.

Here is the "Lid" article's Link.

Of course, you may say that they needed the time to respond to the Post article, which is totally cool. However, I have procured a calendar of all the times Biden has put a lid for the day. Here is September, the September before an election. We'll let the Saturdays slide.

The plot thickens, and Twitter's hole gets deeper with the following article/screencaps. Yeah, its public knowledge and unsurprising, and actually common. Remember, the guy from the Harold and Kumar movies was on Obama's staff. I didn't have an issue with that because he was qualified and knew his shit.

Here is the Twitter as job hunt Article.

Finally, Twitter says, "Ah, fuck it," and locks the New York Post's entire account. Yes, locks the account.

Even worse, there's this:

And then, after I inquired why the mass account lockdowns, this:

We have finally come to the point where someone at Twitter realized that all of the locks and unspoken (until today) rules was not that great a look. So here is their half-assed statement where they shrug off the actual content of the posts in favor of how it was acquired, a stance that was not enforced (to be fair) for any of Trump's multitude (to be fair) of allegations. Yes, I realize that each case is separate, unique, and different, well until it isn't. Here's their flakey response:

Also, to be fair once again, here is the initial response from the Biden camp posted, of all places, on the Fox News Site.

Here is the Link. To be fair, one last time, halfway through the article it turns a little backhanded as expected.

And so life goes on with the cancel culture nutcases. This time the expert savants are calling for a NBC boycott because they are showing Trump's town hall the same time as Biden's. Who the fuck cares? Last I checked, there is nothing wrong with counterprogramming. But nah, fuck 'em; Hashtag Boycott.

Keep in mind I unfortunately watched last week's SNL (the one with Jack White's embarrassingly disingenuous "tribute" to Eddie Van Halen) on fucking NBC and it was an hour and a half anti-Trump ad. Once again, double standards. NBC is good and funny, until they're not. Here is the Boycott Link.

I can rest easy now knowing that the vetting process of the laptop information has begun and I have spearheaded it. Here is the progress I have made on Snopes:

So, in conclusion, class, the media makes no effort anymore to be impartial, double standards are everywhere, and everything is a bummer. Thankfully, we have our priorities in order:

That is from a third grade lesson plan. It really doesn't have anything to do with this post so I just threw it in there. I will contact Snopes to verify this, along with obtaining a copy of Floyd's dissertation on "touching the world". That's all for today. I had to go undercover for much of my research, hence the opening pic along with this one of my brainwashed political advisor/fuck bunny, Tay Tay making cookies in the kitchen while I marinate a burger and an elk's heart in the War Room. 

Thanks for reading, and open your mind Quaid.

Author's Note-

I don't really like this piece. It is easily one of the worst of the recent stuff. It has no soul, no life, and devoid of humor and wit. I was energized compiling the information, but the final product just feels empty. I posted it because I put some work into it, but it just made me miserable. The George Floyd third grade part is just out of place and I just tossed it in there as a throwaway because I found it too absurd to be true. The highlight was eating the elk's heart steak and burger while Tay Tay baked cookies. Moving along...

From the Iceman Commeth,

Dr. Bryan Metro