Beating a Dead Horse

There was one piece of news on the television this morning. For over twenty minutes while eating breakfast, the same pieces of the story were being repeated over and over from a fire chief who took front row center in my living room until long after I was done with my first cup of coffee.

The same story was tweeted upon by multiple local television network news stations all day long.

It was a tragedy; a house fire in Buffalo. Two men died, woman and children in hospital. Our thoughts and prayers are with them.

That should have been it. Further news coverage should have been on other things. Instead it got dragged out far enough to position a press conference in front of an MD at the hospital of which the survivors were brought to. Dumbfounded by the army of robot penises before her, the doctor struggled with what information she was allowed to share.

Is that okay? Are we all permitted to know the personal health information on a few unwilling participants in an accident? 

They’re not on our fantasy football team. Their contract doesn’t allow for public disclosure of injuries.

Is the public that concerned that it condones the actions of the press to be completely and utterly invasive of what’s left of these peoples' lives?! It’s wrong to drag out an entire day of attention towards yourself thanks to the tragedy of others.

Crap! I’m doing it right now!

Thanks for the depressing news all day long, you jackasses.

I’m going to type in my search-bar something akin to the joys brought on by a baby panda. End my day on a positive note.

Leave those poor people alone.

By Randall Thomas

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Model City had once thrived, owing its glory to the success of the Love Canal and the genius of Nikola Tesla. Now, it suffers from economic collapse. In a city laden with crime, wanton heroes emerge. A mysterious character begins to lead the blind, and a mountain of conspiracy clouds the minds of the righteous.
Burdened by conjecture and stricken with grief, William Howell somehow manages to climb the corporate ladder. The Model Citizen newspaper represents to him the true word of the people. It is up to him to determine its quality.

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Thanks,

Joe