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Reading Between the LinesPosted Tuesday, October 25, 2011, at 9:09 AM
When the Founding Fathers were thinking about Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press, I doubt that they had Moammar Gadhafi's demise or any of those other gross things in mind.
I like my news, too. I like to know what's going on, so I do not sound like I am living in a cave or am in the Dark Ages, but the question is how graphic do we want to go? For some of our news coverage feels and sounds like a frienemy who barges in with too much information.
There is our friend at the window talking and yammering on about herself, her latest operation and the details of her divorce and/or colonoscopy. We quietly excuse ourselves for some coffee and maybe an Excedrin when she starts knocking on the back door. We can hear her voice all the way from the medicine cabinet.
We open the door and say we need to take one a nap, but she is relentless. We beg for mercy, just a little time in the meditation zone or one darned namaste. But being up there on the clueless spectrum, she does not stop. Finally, we think about those steak knives and contemplate murder. Maybe a little strangulation or a slip or fall or two, but we don't because we have dogs and kids to feed and a mortgage to pay. Besides, orange doesn't work on most people, and we don't want to wake up next to a Bubba or a Bubbette asking for special jailhouse favors. And so it goes.
That's what it's become like with the media. I understand their wanting to impart the news. I (sort of, provided it's not too gruesome) want to know what's going on, but do we really need pictures of Gadhafi and his son in their most current, unpresentable states when a nice general description would do? Something like: "Head Nut Offed Today" or "Head Nut's Son Met His Maker after one Last Sip of Water and One Last Drag off a Cig" followed by some terse description. That's it. I know that people were mad at him. I know he was asking for it; I just don't want to watch.
If I wanted gruesomeness, I would have become a mortician, though I nixed it because I like conversating with people and having them conversate back, or a detective, even though Sherlock Holmes was the last crime novel I read.
But enough is enough. I want to get the news like my eggs, easy up and without a description of the chicken that laid them, the cow that gave the milk for the butter and the life cycle of the strawberries that went into the jam because some of us are just minimalists.
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