And Then Balanced Reportage….

A nice comment I have taken on loan from…. Damn! I can't remember; sorry. Coffeehouse perchance?

It's another reminder of the old adage; believe nothing you hear and only half of what you see. See? Anything can be taken and re-written to mean just about anything you want and if you weren't present for the original you would be none the wiser would you? Totally different meaning while being so cleverly close to the same meaning.

With many thanks to Chingford Man.

Chingford Man:
Here is Exhibit A of what is wrong with the wretched media class.  Read Farage's words from today:  “I want to live in a community where our kids play football in the streets of an evening and live in a society that is at ease with itself.  And I sense over the last decade or more we are not at ease.  If we went to every town up eastern England and spoke to people about how they felt, their town, their city had changed in the last 15 years, there is a deep level of discomfort, because if you have immigration at these sorts of levels integration doesn’t happen.” 
Anyone take issue? Now read how the wretched Christopher Hope(less) of the Volkischer Telegraph chooses to report them: 
"Britons are so ill at ease with levels of immigration in their towns that their children cannot play football with their neighbours in the streets, Nigel Farage has said." 
The Telegraph's heading on the story says "Children cannot play in the streets because of immigrants, says Nigel Farage". 
Dishonest, cheating, lying "journalism".

Anyhoo, I'm guessing you'll all be making a big deal out of the Leaders TV debate on TV tomorrow? Like a family and friends party with balloons, those party-popper thingies, chees an' pineapple stuck on sticks and lashings and lashings of ginger beer, right?

How long do you reckon it'll be before elections are reduced to something similar to Big Brother or the X Factor, when all those who would like to run the country get fifteen minutes of time to tell us what they want to do, maybe tell a joke, sing a song, do a trick or a little tap dancing. Then the program presenter would bring 'em all on again, all holding their number, and excitedly shout that if we liked number one, we should press the red button on our remote NOW!! Then we'd watch what happens on brightly coloured, cartoon animated, easy to understand, graphs to much whooping, cheering and booing from the studio audience.

Me? I reckon we're almost there already.

Quote;  G. K. Chesterton.

“Journalism largely consists in saying 'Lord Jones is dead' to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive.”