MEDIA FATIGUE

 I am suffering from media fatigue! Too many 'Badcasters' and enlightened 'experts' keep bombarding the tangled web waves and the premium TV channels! Badcasters? Who the hell are these people? They are our present day broadcasters, who are doing an injustice to the freedom afforded by the ease of access to the web. Broadcasting and its proponents -  Broadcasters - has always been a profession of class, quality, substance, and excellence. While there are a few of these who give credence to this hallowed exercise of the art of media communication, the majority of these 'Badcasters' prance to their own vibes in the confines of their bedrooms, or, basements, as the case may be. Let us not debase a relished art!  Premium news TV?Another sickness in our daily  burden of stupidity!Turn the TV on!. It is very easy! Very easy now in this age of digital explosion! A myriad experts fill your living room with opinions and pronouncements that only they could relate to! They get paid to sell their opinions and judgements that, in the majority of cases, are wrong! I am fatigued! I am forced to make my own judgements and have my own opinions, and feel uncluttered by the baseless, money grabbing 'analysts' on media TV, who are just a bunch of rabble rousers! Listen! You don't have to be fatigued and burdened. Just do not tune in!

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