The news that we are serving for a good start of an unpleasant day is the abjectness of car car carambola, the flying remains of human bodies, the selifices of street agony, fires and explosions, tragedies and warnings, heroes and sleazes; the news appearing along with the beginning of the morning paper or radio, awakening opposition and hateful comments, read under the first sip of sparse coffee., rumors of divorces, betrayals and funerals of people known for being unknown - this information is adjacent to aerial disasters, encounters with a crowd of sensational michals, eavesdropped confessions, conspiracy theories, mattress intimacys, household indiscretions dragged without pardon out.
No days without bombing informationAnd the worse and the more false, the more valuable. A dog biting a man to the bone enjoys more interest than the vile destiny of a horse in a Tatra park. The best news would be that tourists will execute in their role, and perserons will ride on the wagon. On the another hand, a homeless dog gripping scraps from a dumpster or a household of hungry boars defilming in the mediate of a playground, lands on the last pages of the news; as muddy tops. They're not interested, due to the fact that if a dog like that had a manko in his legs and only 3 gigs, possibly this message could advance to the top shelf sensation department. Then it would be spoken of in sympathetic tones, and many slobs would make a doctorate of empathy, and in favorable winds of past could make him a hero of all time. Depending on the scope and readability of the writing, it would be possible to make not only a mingling game of a mutt, but to describe his lousy childhood under a slippery hill.
* Oh, my God *
In not so distant, but much overtired times, the rule was scrupulously observed that a radio, newspaper, or tv householder/householder became individual who was the other of an intellectual beet of comprehensive incompetence. Future presenters were required to be professional. And it was not a theoretical and paper rule, but absolutely mandatory!
Now the “compulsive inventions” have been abandoned, the announcement of presenters competitions and the writer could become the first better anyone. From then on, he was a free shooter of any idea; a devout atheist or baker in the chamber and yarmulka simultaneously. The strict shooting of the rules was abandoned, and the dense sito of recruitment became a fictional tool. The revision of texts for publication has disappeared. She was besides associated with the interference of the censor. Grammar and orthographic errors occurred more frequently than most. As a result, we were struck by the failure of the harvest of infidelity. There's been a decoupling of rules and general hopsas. It's a real mess. It turned out that the professional is not the 1 who has the thought of a profession, but the 1 who jumps higher in ratings rankings. The consequence is that although neither a writer nor a reader knows what the substance is, 1 and the another are in the blissful belief that they have read or scribbled a good, wise and thorough text and no of them will think that the article is bad, written per weight, becausecontains content consisting of 2 unnecessary parts: signaling the problem and developing it. The first is simply a summary of the content of the second and the second is simply a chorus of the first.
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From knowing what he writes or says, author maNow reader who advisesand to myself with an article, likee. I mean, not really. mostly as much as I am. usually on heads and on large objections. Formerly based on the text, the recipient learned the language, modeled on the skill and regularity of its pronunciation.
The point of our lives is gone. We're swimming in the slime and the mists of verbal slurping, avoiding the delicate issues that we're going to have. Unmoved, worth mass, careful consideration, possibly even intervention. But not the silence. Following the commercial criteria of admiration. But not utilizing words rich in truisms.
When I think that we are wasting time, wellness and eyesight on nonsense meditations about picking up noses; erstwhile I know that so many key problems have been waiting for immediate solutions for years, erstwhile I read on serious news services about irrelevant, maglical and untested matters, I am sad due to the fact that the right place for them is on journalistic walls called Pomponik. I'm uncomfortable due to the fact that I'm aware of how many concrete eludes and enigmatics it is. used to be. The blood is pouring on me erstwhile I see waste, delay, old song, that nothing happened again, it's just more mistakes and distortions!
