Thursday, November 12, 2026

"Even if that is the truth we can't go with it."

  A man listed the reasons why not.  Right at the top of the list was a nausea-producing rivalry that shouldn't have existed.  The disparity between total control and controlled chaos had grown.  In that mix was a terrible chance for confusion, lack of clarity, and a subtle but potent (i)fuck you then(i).  
  The man's eyes turned icey when he realized something had gone awry with a command. 


  "We're going to have to talk about this." 
  "Who did this?" 
  "Was it spliced?" 
  "Which one is the real news?" 
  Both media were "reporting" a shooting on the mall.  The actual news had sent a reporter to a scene that showed "normal", if there had been somebody shooting a gun, no one there at the time had seen or reported the incident.  Another "news" was witnessing an entirely different reality unfolding.  Both marked (i)news(i), both caught in a twisting between propaganda and reality. 
  "Just turn it off.  We need to sleep." 


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