More elderly media ranting.

[Raynine]

Have you noticed that the more famous a person is in life, the longer it takes them to die? I got up this morning and was reminded that Rob Reiner is still dead. He even preempted three people that met their end in a California flood. I should have realized that people die in mudslides and earthquakes all the time in the Golden State-that's about as newsworthy as a beheading or stoning in Saudi Arabia, our great friends with all that oil. Being officially old, I still recall when the news was only viewed at six o’clock pm with good, old, honest Walter Cronkite.

I miss those old days with Walter, but alas, all things must pass. Old Walter went out with that poor soul that fell off the ski jump weekly on Wide World of Sports. These kids today have no idea what they missed! It is a modern tragedy because their faces are glued to little screens, and there is no distinction between actual news and a phantasmagorical alternate reality that can be replayed and shared endlessly. The line between actual important news and entertainment is not just blurred; it is married.

And it is not a marriage made in Heaven. One day the headline subject is on top of the world, then the investigations begin, and even underwear drawers are not off limits. Clever pundits and disguised CIA operatives that once were only visible on the middle pages of newspapers now have podcasts. Reading comprehension is not just optional; it is discouraged. Neutral news reporting died with a suddenness equal to Foto Mats and phone booths. Welcome to the new jungle.

The world today is quickly becoming unrecognizable to mask wearing old folks with their canes, walkers, and electric supermarket shopping carts. By old folks I mean anyone over fifty. Fast-forwarded advanced old age is all the rage these days with notches carved into the hearts, livers, and kidneys of the population by alcohol, tobacco, weed, amphetamines, and various, cloned super narcotics advertised on 85-inch telescreens as postmodern coping mechanisms.

I know dystopian authors like Orwell and Huxley tried to warn us with forecasts of what was coming, but their caution was lost in a sea of noise that is today a siren song of intellectual void filled with fearful, tribalistic paranoia. Don’t take my word for it, just look at all the granparents raising their grandchildren! People are injecting themselves with government-financed pharmaceuticals at a pace with no equal in 200,000 years of human habitation on the planet! This of course, helps them to think more clearly.

The world just keeps getting weirder. Reiner will keep dying if it is newsworthy for blow-dried long-lashed, white-toothed, full-lipped, technological yappers on screens big and small. His greatness will be heralded from coast to coast!

But here is where perceptual human weirdness comes to fruition: All that greatness, all that creativity, and all that elite propaganda was for naught! Michael Stivic is long gone, and Archie Bunker is in the White House!

 

[JGalt]

Have you noticed that the more famous a person is in life, the longer it takes them to die? I got up this morning and was reminded that Rob Reiner is still dead. He even preempted three people that met their end in a California flood. I should have realized that people die in mudslides and earthquakes all the time in the Golden State-that's about as newsworthy as a beheading or stoning in Saudi Arabia, our great friends with all that oil. Being officially old, I still recall when the news was only viewed at six o’clock pm with good, old, honest Walter Cronkite.

I miss those old days with Walter, but alas, all things must pass. Old Walter went out with that poor soul that fell off the ski jump weekly on Wide World of Sports. These kids today have no idea what they missed! It is a modern tragedy because their faces are glued to little screens, and there is no distinction between actual news and a phantasmagorical alternate reality that can be replayed and shared endlessly. The line between actual important news and entertainment is not just blurred; it is married.

And it is not a marriage made in Heaven. One day the headline subject is on top of the world, then the investigations begin, and even underwear drawers are not off limits. Clever pundits and disguised CIA operatives that once were only visible on the middle pages of newspapers now have podcasts. Reading comprehension is not just optional; it is discouraged. Neutral news reporting died with a suddenness equal to Foto Mats and phone booths. Welcome to the new jungle.

The world today is quickly becoming unrecognizable to mask wearing old folks with their canes, walkers, and electric supermarket shopping carts. By old folks I mean anyone over fifty. Fast-forwarded advanced old age is all the rage these days with notches carved into the hearts, livers, and kidneys of the population by alcohol, tobacco, weed, amphetamines, and various, cloned super narcotics advertised on 85-inch telescreens as postmodern coping mechanisms.

I know dystopian authors like Orwell and Huxley tried to warn us with forecasts of what was coming, but their caution was lost in a sea of noise that is today a siren song of intellectual void filled with fearful, tribalistic paranoia. Don’t take my word for it, just look at all the granparents raising their grandchildren! People are injecting themselves with government-financed pharmaceuticals at a pace with no equal in 200,000 years of human habitation on the planet! This of course, helps them to think more clearly.

The world just keeps getting weirder. Reiner will keep dying if it is newsworthy for blow-dried long-lashed, white-toothed, full-lipped, technological yappers on screens big and small. His greatness will be heralded from coast to coast!

But here is where perceptual human weirdness comes to fruition: All that greatness, all that creativity, and all that elite propaganda was for naught! Michael Stivic is long gone, and Archie Bunker is in the White House!

I just learned that Steve Buscemi died twice: Once in Fargo and again in The Big Lebowski.

Apparently some Hollywood folks make a career out of dying.

 

[Dogmaphobe]

I just learned that Steve Buscemi died twice: Once in Fargo and again in The Big Lebowski.

Apparently some Hollywood folks make a career out of dying.

......and there he was feeling so chipper in Fargo only to end up just dust in the wind in Lebowski.

 

[JGalt]

......and there he was feeling so chipper in Fargo only to end up just dust in the wind in Lebowski.

I was mistaken. The poor guy has died more than 20 times.

"Steve Buscemi has died on-screen in over 20 movies and TV shows, with sources citing figures like 13 films and 8 TV projects, or simply "over 20" deaths across his career, including memorable roles in Fargo, The Big Lebowski, The Sopranos, and The Dead Don't Die, cementing his reputation as an actor whose characters often meet grim, memorable ends."

 

[Oddball]

I just learned that Steve Buscemi died twice: Once in Fargo and again in The Big Lebowski.

Apparently some Hollywood folks make a career out of dying.

Donny died in 'Nam...He was a figment of Walter's PSTD imagination, that Dude went along with.

 

[Woodznutz]

Have you noticed that the more famous a person is in life, the longer it takes them to die? I got up this morning and was reminded that Rob Reiner is still dead. He even preempted three people that met their end in a California flood. I should have realized that people die in mudslides and earthquakes all the time in the Golden State-that's about as newsworthy as a beheading or stoning in Saudi Arabia, our great friends with all that oil. Being officially old, I still recall when the news was only viewed at six o’clock pm with good, old, honest Walter Cronkite.

I miss those old days with Walter, but alas, all things must pass. Old Walter went out with that poor soul that fell off the ski jump weekly on Wide World of Sports. These kids today have no idea what they missed! It is a modern tragedy because their faces are glued to little screens, and there is no distinction between actual news and a phantasmagorical alternate reality that can be replayed and shared endlessly. The line between actual important news and entertainment is not just blurred; it is married.

And it is not a marriage made in Heaven. One day the headline subject is on top of the world, then the investigations begin, and even underwear drawers are not off limits. Clever pundits and disguised CIA operatives that once were only visible on the middle pages of newspapers now have podcasts. Reading comprehension is not just optional; it is discouraged. Neutral news reporting died with a suddenness equal to Foto Mats and phone booths. Welcome to the new jungle.

The world today is quickly becoming unrecognizable to mask wearing old folks with their canes, walkers, and electric supermarket shopping carts. By old folks I mean anyone over fifty. Fast-forwarded advanced old age is all the rage these days with notches carved into the hearts, livers, and kidneys of the population by alcohol, tobacco, weed, amphetamines, and various, cloned super narcotics advertised on 85-inch telescreens as postmodern coping mechanisms.

I know dystopian authors like Orwell and Huxley tried to warn us with forecasts of what was coming, but their caution was lost in a sea of noise that is today a siren song of intellectual void filled with fearful, tribalistic paranoia. Don’t take my word for it, just look at all the granparents raising their grandchildren! People are injecting themselves with government-financed pharmaceuticals at a pace with no equal in 200,000 years of human habitation on the planet! This of course, helps them to think more clearly.

The world just keeps getting weirder. Reiner will keep dying if it is newsworthy for blow-dried long-lashed, white-toothed, full-lipped, technological yappers on screens big and small. His greatness will be heralded from coast to coast!

But here is where perceptual human weirdness comes to fruition: All that greatness, all that creativity, and all that elite propaganda was for naught! Michael Stivic is long gone, and Archie Bunker is in the White House!

Great writing!