Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s image of a caravan’s wearied trek across a could-care-less desert only to stake final hopes and dreams on a useless well was clearly clairvoyant; an insight on today’s Main Street Media: frozen in time, breaking Oval Office tables, toppling lamps and shades, their sun-whitened bones scattered around a dry well, specifically The Trump Is Colluding with the Russians Dry Well. Exupery wrote in his book The Wisdom of the Sands, originally titled The Citadel in French editions, of a desert’s harsh conditions, of what’s really important when real wells are scarce and mirages are plentiful. His language is the substantive wrapped in mysticism and prose, also a scarcity in today’s America bereft of Liberal thought and imagination.
The media’s wandering journey to The Trump is Colluding with the Russians Dry Well is what Juan Williams characterizes: “A mistake.” A mistake? Journalists, media giants chose the well. Theirs was a calculated decision, intentional. Not a mistake.
To the media Trump World is a vast desert with no oasis in sight. Seemingly, on Inauguration Day, quite unexpectedly they were suddenly plopped in the middle of hot, blowing sands; in what is known by some as fly-over country. Chris Wallace, Chris Matthews, Joe and Mika Scarborough (jumped the gun did I?) and others were forced to locate a well quick or they thought they were just going to die.
The media quickly huddled around the only promising well in sight: The Trump Is Colluding with the Russians Dry Well. That’s right. That’s what they named it from the beginning, because it was a hoax, made up from thin air. They knew they were grasping a dry well. Just around the block was a church with running water and flush toilets. But having denied Nature’s God and his part in the unalienable rights of Americans, much less a Christian god; they wanted just a little consistency in their lives, if not just for show and the publishing rights, just like Goldilocks. Think about it. Just around another block was a bar with a running tap, light and leaded. But they chose the dry well. There they remain to this day. (No. It’s not really that sad. Kinda get a kick out of it.)
It’s thought they clung to the dry well because Hope was on the way: Impeachment. Or President Trump would hang up his hat out of embarrassment. Days, weeks, months, not yet years passed. The well didn’t get any drier. For a lie is a lie. An abyss is an abyss. The dry well had to do. At first America’s citizens listened to cable news and the Washington Posts, to their controlled voices and emotions, many listeners and readers taking them seriously.
It’s thought they clung to the dry well because Help was on the way. They anticipated one of Trump’s many associates and friends would suffer “process” charges, if not criminal prosecutions. Meaning they expected the appointment of a special prosecutor. Perhaps they knew, had helped coordinate the convincing of Attorney General Sessions, that he should recuse himself from all matters pertaining to Russian activity in our elections process, leaving Trump et al vulnerable to the Depp State, in the persons of Rosenstein and former FBI Director Comey’s very best furry friend, Mueller.
While clinging to the dry well these reporters couldn’t stand the thought of looking to the public like they weren’t doing anything. To counter that impression they made it a point to extract face time in front of rolling cameras in the White House Press Room. They wanted to be seen asking the same questions over and over again, from day to day, from week to week, from month to month to insinuate to voters the Trump administration was hiding something. Repetition was important. But also critical to the ruse was a rising feigned exasperation and offense taken at the mention CNN and others were faking most of their news, that they were the personage of #FakeNews, that they had earned their moniker Houseman’s hard way. He would have said, “They earned it.”
The White House caught on, reduced drastically journalists’ face time. Spicer even embargoed the audio. The result was more fake pretending: exasperation and offense taken by humiliatingly wronged cable news networks who claimed the public was the real victim.
But the victims were thankful. They gave praise (gracefully, some did), one was heard exclaiming, “Martha, There IS a God.”
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