I HAVE ZERO RESPECT FOR MOST OF THE MEDIA . . . AND I’M NOT ALONE:
I was watching Sunday Talk Shows on FOX News this morning (July, 26, 2015), where the conversation was all about themselves . . . as in the Media, and how they’re pouring so much time and effort into explaining Trump, and how they were all making excuses for how the Media miscalculated Trump’s popularity.
It was more or less an exercise in self-analysis, while simultaneously trying to look really smart, as if everyone else got it wrong but them . . . And if they got it wrong, it really wasn’t their fault for some unexplainable reason.
I WAS SO FED UP WITH THIS MEDIA GARBAGE . . . I TURNED IT OFF:
And instead of watching and listening to this DRIVEL, I tuned into JUKEBOX OLDIES and felt instant relief.
THE MEDIA ARE ELITIST PRIMA-DONNAS:
What the Media doesn’t understand, and certainly CANNOT appreciate, is that along with the politicians and bureaucrats . . . they’re just as much disliked and mistrusted as any of them.
I’VE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS . . . how when I was a much younger man, one of the greatest callings was to become a real honest to goodness journalist . . . a man or a woman who is beyond reproach when it came to honesty, decency, integrity, truth, conscience and courage.
And maybe there was a time when that was true . . . BUT IT ISN’T TRUE ANYMORE. I was incredibly fortunate, because when I was just 28-years old, I got a job working for a weekly Montreal Newspaper, owned by an anti-Semitic French Quebec Separatist, who was a proud misogynist and continuously recovering drunk.
His name was Pierre Peladeau . . . a vile self made wealthy man, if ever there was one, who really knew how to play the government and the system like none other. And in spite of all his faults, Peladeau created the largest printing empire on the planet, mostly to feed his own newspapers.
What made Peladeau one of the most remarkable men I had ever met, and I met him very often, was his philosophy of . . . I couldn’t give a damn what anyone thinks about me, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want.
AND IF HE COULD MAKE MONEY . . . HE WOULD DO IT WITH THE DEVIL:
And that included Jews, all of whom he publicly reviled.
In an interview he gave while at the zenith of his successes, he had stated as fact that Jews took up too much room.
With the exception of all of his Canadian Newspapers . . . the Sunday Express, where I cut my teeth learning from the ground-up about advertising sales, how to promote the media, how to write and lay-out a newspaper . . . IT WAS HIS ONLY ENGLISH LANGUAGE NEWSPAPER.
I LEARNED FROM THE BEST . . . THE VERY BEST:
Remarkably, Peledeau’s sales manager was Jewish. His top sales team was Jewish. And those of us who weren’t Jewish, specifically the writers, were journalists from the old school, who were no-nonsense two-fisted heavy drinkers, who were on the way down in their careers, as the modern schools of journalism were passing them by.
THEY DON’T MAKE THEM LIKE THAT ANYMORE:
These were men with hard instincts, who worked at the Sunday Express because they were at the end of their day. And this was the last place they could ply their trade and still eke-out a living. NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE THEM.
THERE WAS NOTHING PHONY ABOUT THEM:
Even though the Sunday Express was treated like a RAG by the disrespectful and Elitist politically correct English Mainstream Media, we had a real readership who looked beyond our sports pages and sensationalist stories, for the stories that really told it like it was, that you would never read, see, or hear anywhere else, until they were forced to cover whatever the story was by the people who READ IT FIRST IN THE SUNDAY EXPRESS.
THERE’S NO SHORTAGE OF ANTI-BLOGGISM FROM THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA:
The Mainstream Media has REGRESSED to the point, where it’s no longer about the news, exposing the bad guys, and finding the truth. IT’S BECOME ALL ABOUT NUMBERS AND INCOME.
It’s morphed into big salaries and who knows whom. Who’s got the ratings. And who gets to be invited to the fancy parties, and play golf with the INSIDERS and POWER BROKERS.
The Media has gone the way of the GREAT on-stage performers, who used to just sit in front of a piano, or pick up a guitar, and without the MILLIONS of DOLLARS of special effects blow an audience’s mind.
TODAY . . . IT’S ALL STAGED:
The Media – just like today’s performers, have agents, producers, marketing gurus, special effects, and for television TELEPROMPTERS . . . to keep it from really being real and off-the-cuff.
And that’s why the MAINSTREAM MEDIA don’t like BLOGGERS like me, and can’t figure out Trump – THEY’RE FAR TOO REMOVED FROM THE PEOPLE.
They have distanced themselves so far from the people they PURPORT to reach, that they have no idea what their own audience is all about. When they’re earning MILLIONS of dollars a year to be a News Anchor or pundit, and live to rub shoulders with American NOBILITY and people within their own CLOISTERED world, how could they possibly relate to people like you and me?
AND BY EXTENSION . . . relate to people who are in love with what Trump is saying.
It has taken me several hours (as usual) to write, edit and re-edit this editorial to the point that I think its OK to publish, because I have to do it all by myself.
I don’t have editors, researchers, fact checkers and publishers to make certain that I didn’t offend anyone, and that my diction was perfect. So, it comes to you as best as I can produce, warts and all.
And as I was writing this whole time, I was listening to great non-contrived FIFTIES & SIXTIES music, performed by REAL TALENT playing in the background, by people who relied in those days solely on their own natural gifts.
TO SUMMARIZE . . . The media can’t understand TRUMP’S appeal to the people, because they can’t understand the people they pretend to reach.
As for BLOGGERS like me . . . Just like Trump, the mainstream Media can’t understand us, because as I see it, we are a throwback to the great talent of my much younger generation of the FIFTIES & SIXTIES, where you would make it or break it on your own grit.
AND TO REVEAL NOT SUCH A GREAT SECRET . . . This is mostly the generation (and older) who read and support Galganov.com, because you remember when things were better, honest deserved.
Anne and I are just about to head off to the range to do some shooting. And I’m just about to shut off the music, and appropriately, the song that is playing now is: WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD by Louis Armstrong.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov