April 4, 2020
At
this point in the coronavirus sequestration I wish I had more time on my hands
and less time on my butt. Nonetheless,
in a valiant and futile effort to give the brains (such as they are) of the
staff at Paying Attention a rest. In the
off chance some of you might be bored, we present an encore presentation of I.
Mangrey’s musings, abusings and effusings.
Please enjoy this entry from one year before the un-election of Donald
Chrump, President Death.
Ed
Venture
Managing Editor
Managing Editor
The
De-evolution Will (Continue to) Be Televised
November 4, 2019
I do not watch reality TV – not
since I watched the occasional segment of PBS’s An American Family in
1973. That all might change when Paying Attention’s Chrump Family House Arrest proudly
airs after Chrump and his entire crime family are made to deliver the best
reality TV ever, once the Chrumps are found guilty of crimes against reality. For
not, no one here at Paying Attention watches that stuff. I certainly
never watched more than an accidental moment of The Apprentice or
its equally absurd offshoot. Even back then, a mere momentary
exposure to the thing called Donald Chrump made my skin crawl, by ears bleed
and made my eyes hate my guts.
The team at Paying Attention prefers
watching the news since it is relatively less scripted – even the fake
propaganda spewed by Fux News is more worthwhile than fake reality
TV. At least the real fake news – as opposed to the news labeled
fake by the fake soon-to-be-impeached president who believes any news that is
not kissing his ass is fake – informs you as to what is going on in the
alternate reality of Chrump and his psychotic administration.
I.
Mangrey enjoying the evening news
Reality
TV today is quicksand for the mind. The end of each episode is
calculated to leave viewers drowning in curiosity, convinced that they
absolutely must tune in to see what backbiting, angst, sexual tension, hi-jinks
and mind-boggling idiocy the really real folks will be told to get into next
week.
The key element here is – next week. You have a whole week to digest, ignore and/or recover from the previous episode. You also have sufficient time to reflect and perhaps decide that this is the most worthless heap of horseshit you have ever seen, forgive yourself for ever subjecting yourself to such garbage, and never watch another minute.
Chrumpin’ Jack Ass, It’s a Gas
The key element here is – next week. You have a whole week to digest, ignore and/or recover from the previous episode. You also have sufficient time to reflect and perhaps decide that this is the most worthless heap of horseshit you have ever seen, forgive yourself for ever subjecting yourself to such garbage, and never watch another minute.
Chrumpin’ Jack Ass, It’s a Gas
Despite the best efforts of the majority
of American voters in 2016 and now the majority of the American public, we are
all forced to not only watch, but to literally live, the reality TV that is the
Chrump presidency – what Harry Shearer lampoons as The Appresidentice.
The reality show we find ourselves
living in today (if you call this living) is more like an episode of The
Twilight Zone, where everyone is sucked into a 1950s black and white Zenith
console television. The Earth has been enveloped by an Orange Gas
Cloud that has somehow become President of the United States.
The Orange Gas Cloud has caused all
of the laws, political and social norms in America, and hundreds of years of
progress (such as it is) made by humankind seem like little more than figments
of millions of desperate and tortured imaginations. People are
walking around dazed, desperately seeking even a glimpse of the reality they
thought they knew.
This reality show is
relentless. It does not give you a week to prepare in between
episodes. There is no in-between for this unending
episode. It allows you not one moment of peace. It does
not let you decide to change the channel or just stop watching. We
can try to ignore it, but its crushing presence is always lurking, like a
16-ton weight gradually lowering itself onto our heads, with us too numb and
incredulous to move out of the way.
A nauseating-shade-of-orange gas
cloud – no substance, no form. No core, utterly untethered to
anything. It fills whatever container holds it; if there is no
container, it expands unceasingly. And keeps expanding unless and
until some outside influence can neutralize it. Who you gonna call?
Chrumpbusters
Submitted
for your approval…
A man with a very, very small uh,
brain, by all accounts an extremely unstable
idiot with orange complexion and “hair,” loses his barely humanesque form, morphs into a
toxic orange gas cloud, and becomes president of the United States of…the Twilight Zone.
idiot with orange complexion and “hair,” loses his barely humanesque form, morphs into a
toxic orange gas cloud, and becomes president of the United States of…the Twilight Zone.
Run like hell, don’t look back, don’t breathe
I. Mangrey reporting.
Do not try to adjust your set.
You are fucked.
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