Getting what you deserve

One of the BBC’s star journalists, Michael Buerk, said this:




"A flawed media, I suggest, leads to a flawed democracy," he warned us. "Ill informed citizens cannot make proper judgments about their leaders' actions, about the actions that take place in their names, about the laws that govern them. The media matter."

-We find a president in the White House who sends our country into an unnecessary war and into massive economic debt, and we ask ourselves, “Why didn’t someone warn us?”

-We are shocked when we find out that an FDA approved drug has potentially caused death, birth defects or illness and we ask ourselves, “Why didn’t someone alert us?”

-We act completely surprised when we eventually learn that widespread genocide is occurring in several African countries, and we heatedly ask, “Why was I not informed of this?”

Where are today’s Journalists?

Where are the Mike Wallaces or the Edward R. Murrows of today?

The short answer is that they are going the way of the dinosaur, and they are becoming completely obsolete.




Today's corporate media sources are not interested in serious and significant news. Instead, they're churning out childish news, dumbed down for numbed out audiences.




CBS will bring in Katie Couric because she will be more than happy to read the latest Paris Hilton story straight off the teleprompter.

We can even find another good example of this sensationalistic sell out journalism in this month’s Glamour Magazine.




Hidden deep in the magazine is a very serious article about the growing problem of young women buying very dangerous drugs off the Internet. Do you find mention of this article on the cover?

No … You won’t.

What you do find is:

“YOUR TOP 10 SEX QUESTIONS ANSWERED AT LAST”

or

“LOOK & FEEL YOUR SEXIEST AT 20,30,40 YEARS OLD.”

In fact if you look at cover after cover after cover of Glamour you not only find the same crap pieces, but you will find them in the very same position of the cover. The same goes for the British version.

Now … you say … Peter … What do you expect from Glamour Magazine?
If you want a serious news story you might want to look to a more respected magazine in the Condé Nast portfolio. If you want intelligently written articles, perhaps you should be reading The New Yorker?




Well … Conventional wisdom tells us that The New Yorker has been losing money for years. It is kept alive only because of its strong reputation and its ability to live off of the cash cow Condé Nast magazines like Glamour and Vogue.

This begs the question … Who is to blame for the downfall of serious reporting and investigatory journalism?

THE CONSUMER IS TO BLAME.

The only thing that matters in this country is ...

MONEY. A.K.A. “The almighty dollar.”

If you buy it, you will see more of it.

The sole reason why Glamour, and other magazines like it, continue their time-tested formulas is because people keep buying them.









The American public buys these superficial magazines because they like their reporting like their fast food. Full of crap and easy to digest.

There is so much crap in magazines these days that intellectuals actually started to turn to blogs to get intelligent viewpoints and honest reporting.

However … no place is safe for long.




So the next time you are in the supermarket line with your two pints of Ben and Jerry's Chubby Hubby ice cream and your fridge friendly twelve pack of Diet Coke, try not to reach for the garbage rags. Save your hard earned money and do us all a favor ... send it to PBS.

Goodbye old friend

About a week ago, my next-door neighbor was killed in his apartment.




The door to his apartment is sealed with lime green police stickers, and the outside of the door is still covered in CSI fingerprint dust.




He was one of a small handful of residents that had lived in the building for more than 30 years, and he will be missed by all of us very much.

His name was Jose Raul Prieto, but almost everyone in the building simply called him Raul. Raul, I am proud to say, was much more than just my neighbor in 8ME. He was my friend.





He was a very intelligent man. He could talk to you at length about everything from the subject of Cuban music, to world events and politics. He even shared my left wing slant. On several occasions, Raul made the trip to the polling stations with a few other residents of the building and myself. We enjoyed the fact that we would go together and make our choices in a voting block. It meant very little to us that we were casting our rebel votes in a state as Democratic as Alabama is Republican.

There are two stories that I think best exemplify Raul.

On one occasion, he was playing the soundtrack to Buena Vista Social Club in his one bedroom apartment. He must have really been getting into it, because he was playing it really loud, and it could be heard throughout the hallway. My roommate at the time went to go knock on his door. When he answered, he immediately apologized for playing it so loud. My roommate surprised him by telling him that he had not come to complain, but instead to ask him what the great music was. He flashed a big smile, and proudly showed him the album cover.

A few days later he went out and bought two new copies of the soundtrack. He carefully wrapped them in paper, and delivered them to our door. This was his way of saying “thanks for being the kind of neighbor that instead of telling to you keep it down, tells you to turn it up.”

The second story is a simple one.

Raul would travel to Miami, and the Hamptons from time to time. He would often be away for a week or more. During those trips, he would often ask me if I wanted the copies of his NY Times while he was away. He really loved that paper, and saw his daily copies as prized commodities.




Two things bother me about this.

1) It was his stacked and unclaimed NY Times copies that should have been the first clue that something was very wrong.

2) The reporter that came from the NY Times was the only one I spent some real time talking to. I told her how much he liked her paper, and tried to share with her all the positive details about Raul. Although I am sure her editors were mainly responsible, this tiny article was all that the NY Times bothered to publish about one of their greatest fans.

In fact almost every news organization treated my friend’s death like some sort of three-ring circus. Most news sources found it more important to mention over and over that Raul was gay, rather than cover the feeling of loss within the building. The NY Post, which is best used for picking up piles of dog shit, wrote less than sixteen small lines about him. In that tiny column, they printed the word “gay” twice.

As printed by the NY Post on May 18th, 2007:

THE BODY OF A 'DIMINUTIVE'
70 YEAR-OLD GAY MAN WAS FOUND IN
HIS MURRAY HILL BEDROOM, AND DE-
TECTIVES SUSPECT HE WAS MURDERED
BY AN ACQUAINTANCE, POLICE SOURCES
SAID YESTERDAY.
A NEIGHBOR CHECKING ON JOSE
PRIETO AT 145 EAST 35TH ST. WEDNESDAY
FOUND HIS APARTMENT RANSACKED AND
CALLED PRIETO'S BROTHER, WHO FOUND
THE BODY AT 5:45PM.
COPS SAID THAT IT APPEARED PRIETO,
DESCRIBED AS GAY BY NEIGHBORS, WAS
STANGLED AND THAT THERE WAS NO
SIGN OF FORCED ENTRY TO THE APART-
MENT.

By Murray Weiss and Douglas Montero

This is a really nice job Murray and Douglas. Did you get a secret decoder ring with your journalism degree?

The story was also covered by NY 1, ABC and CBS.

According to news sources, the current theory is that Raul may have met a strange man on the Internet. Because there was no sign of forced entry into the apartment, they believe that he may have invited him back to his apartment where the man killed him.

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