George Packard, retired schoolteacher and roving reporter for Bumbastories Magazine, raced his bicycle down Olympic Blvd. His eyes teared from the onrush of the cold, crisp morning air. George was flying, making all the lights. What a delight. He was headed for the beach, of course. George had decided to stop looking for scoops. No more Breaking News for George! The world had more than enough Breaking News. Indeed, even George Packard, news addict that he was, couldn’t tolerate all the Trumped-up Breaking News.
The media barrage, the Facebook and Twitter nonsense had become constant. There’s something wrong with that, thought George.
Better to look for a different kind of story….
I think the news is absolutely broken nowadays. The shoreline is the place we as a whole ought to be..
I think the news is certainly broken these days. The beach is where we all should be.
I’m with George. Let’s find a beach somewhere and forget about the BS for just a little while.
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Breaking news – yup – literally breaking the news. News is now shattered and useless…
Yea. Especially when half of it is “fake” or reaction to fake, or commentary on the reaction, or…
You know how it works, Stephen – repeat a lie long enough and soon the liar himself starts believing in it.
True. Of course there are alternative facts.