Thursday, November 17, 2011

Something more to ignore...

I feel like a hypocrite…

If it came across as such I won’t apologize choosing instead to take the higher road of identifying the problem followed by generating a solution.

As a Broadcaster, blogger, author and a tax paying citizen of the United States it’s become a goal to further my education and awareness as to who, what, where, when and why The Wall Street and other city Occupied protesters are beginning to fight.

We’ve seen so many pictures of the 60’s that physically watching angry people chanting, being arrested and thrown off property our taxes paid for in 2011 looks more like a PBS or HBO special. Rollingstone Magazine reports daily on what comes across as being the truer conditions and yet how can I believe it when Brian Williams on the NBC Nightly News can only scratch up a few pictures and mentions.

Do you think David Crosby woke up a few months ago and said, “Oh hell no…I did this stuff already! Please don’t make me the Poet with a pen!”

I’ve been blinded by propaganda. What is or isn’t real? Is this a marketing project designed by the right vowing to defeat the left? Like it or not the human is the mammal family’s biggest follower; an unfocused gathering never sees the farmer rise before the sun to plant the perfect face, thought control and innocence required to sway with the winds that come off every tall mountain.

The Electric Slide, YMCA from the Village People, Cha Cha Slide, Wobble and The Cupid Shuffle wouldn’t be if people didn’t want to be led.

If you study the front covers of every magazine featured in the grocery store line; the subliminal message is the masses can’t afford drugs or alcohol to numb the pain so we’re in dire need to find a swifter rush and reading about Kim Kardashian’s divorce instantly makes Bank of America’s decision to lay off thousands digestible.

Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly, Glen Beck, Sean Hannity and Al Franken aren’t voices of the people; just as much as I can’t change the world over a seven second Christmas song. We’re entertainers, showman, voice jockeys trained by the programming staff and over educated by consults to get into the heart, body and soul of a passerby.

Taylor Swift writes and performs about boys and the broken hearts they deliver. Every little girl at Time Warner Cable Arena last night truly believed they’ve been there.

Get enough people to believe in your purpose and the decision to make the right choice becomes the wrong investment. Or does it? Face Book, Twitter and a Friday night get together with my neighbors doesn’t waste an ounce of energy on the NBA’s decision to ignore the fans that put in 8 to 15 hours of worry and fear at a job they may not have tomorrow to pay for their exaggerated life and style.

Not playing this year means Carolina Panther fans don’t have to flip a coin as to which professional sport is gonna get access to their ATM.

How did we get on this subject? Three or four paragraphs ago I was publically admitting my weakness of not being supportive of the Wall Street Occupiers until scenes of people being arrested were fed into the daily process of digesting as much media as they’ll give us.

It’s extremely difficult to support any issue these days because the walls that Humpty Dumpty fell from no longer exist. Or do they?

Does anybody believe Ashton is a Billionaire on Two in a Half Men? Do you think the success of the CBS show 2 Broke Girls is based on it being funny or is it 20 minutes of something a lot of broke people can relate with? Tim Allen has three daughters and one of them is a very young single mother. In The Middle puts focus on Patricia Heaton’s working Mom career but you never see what the father does. Family Guy and American Dad are brutal on abuse and not one group is standing up to calm down Seth MacFarlane.

Don’t like the Black Eyed Pea’s I Gotta Feeling…hit the button; can’t stand the commercials on TV hit the fast forward; life becomes too real to slip into your day jump on Face Book and vocal up the frontlines. You aren’t doing anything wrong!


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arroecollins@clearchannel.com

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