News or Knock-off Broadway Production? Let’s Talk
“Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed; everything else is public relations.” – George Orwell
The Opera of Deception When News Became Reality TV
As someone born and raised entirely into an age of incessant information-delivery vehicles bombarding every sense imaginable, I stay dumbstruck at the sheer audacity we see on display when the curtain of the media industry lifts every day, and the performance – notably akin to luxurious soap operas – begins. It’s like being part of an audience witnessing some tragicomic, harebrained show, with characters so utterly pathetic that you cannot help but chuckle or gawk, depending on the aesthetics of your entertainment palate.
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Enter stage left: Breaking News.
The once reliable, level-headed father figure—content with delivering hard facts—has morphed into a melodramatic teenager armed with GIFs, memes, and an astonishing collection of clickbait-y one-liners. We no longer get journalism; we get emotional monologues dressed up as fact. While I wonder whether narrative has truly replaced journalism, I am painfully aware that the news today is essentially clickbait in a more professional attire. And that’s being generous.
Oh! The horror and the hilarity. Like when, live on air, Mid-Life Crisis Man, hero of the day, has an emotional meltdown worthy of a Daytime Emmy. Our staunch journalists—spruced up aesthetics going hand in hand with their heightened emotions—turn facts into dramatic prose, leaving us gazing at the tube with equal parts horror and fascination. Who needs fiction when your local news anchor can deliver Shakespearean panic during a weather segment?
Folks, when did the noble vocation of journalism morph into this poofy-haired, mascara-crying, rating-hungry circus troupe? At what point did the profound embodiment of truth and fact fade away, making room for a soap opera masquerading as the news? Journalism didn’t evolve—it got Botox, hired a PR team, and started auditioning for Emmys.
Aaand… enter stage right: Media Mogul.
With the audience on the edge of their seats and an orchestra of pundits playing a fear symphony, the stage is all set. Buckle up—there’s no need for Tank Man or Daisy Cutters here; we have the weapon of mass persuasion right in our living rooms. No bombs necessary when you can shape reality through carefully curated outrage and slick production design.
In a world where absolute power corrupts absolutely, our screens beam the new tyrants under the spotlight. Gone are the days of reporting facts; now, it’s all about peddling agendas. You want the Earth to be flat? Say it enough times, and someone will believe you. You want climate change to be a hoax? A tweet here, a fear-fueled news drive there—and voila! Deniers are born. Truth is no longer a pursuit; it’s a branding opportunity.
The roller coaster of political spins has reached an all-time high. Network A spins a sunny tale, while Network B pushes a narrative of doom and gloom, all in the name of enhanced viewer ratings and political sycophancy. Honestly, the heads of these media houses should credit their hairstylists, considering the amount of spinning their hair goes through. It’s a miracle they don’t walk around dizzy from their own editorial gymnastics.
And amidst all this, what baffles me most is how our Orwellian nightmare comes packaged and pushed to us even when we choose to look away. Think you’ve successfully evaded the drama? That your “no thanks” to push notifications gave you peace? Think again. With social media algorithms and pop-ups greasier than fast food, you’re snared in the web before you even realize it. You don’t watch the drama—it watches you.
ABC. NBC. CBS. The grand trio of the Media Pandæmonium flood our feeds with an overload of fantastical rhetoric and an endless litany of rubbish. Truth is no longer filtered; it’s manufactured, packaged, and shipped with a side of emotional manipulation and a QR code to share it faster.
So here we are—tossing and turning on our collective beds of thorns, victims to the relentless assault of the misinformed and the misinformers. Wake up, sleepy heads. The Opera of Deception is not just playing—it’s the headline act, and we’re all in the front row whether we like it or not.
Tune your antennas carefully. Adjust your filters. Sharpen your BS detectors.
Because if we keep treating the news like entertainment, don’t be surprised when the truth becomes just another scripted season finale.
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Written By:
William Thomas
This isn’t rage—it’s truth with the volume turned up.
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