Monday, June 13, 2005

Whither whither? 

On the wall...

The message is the medium is the product is the peddler. Stars in their eyes, innit?



"Reporters must be strong story-tellers and writers, have a drive for original and challenging journalism, and be hungry to get on screen."

Style snorts at substance again.

Which means it's time to bestow hope and deliverance on our little brown brothers. Take Uganda:

"The reluctance of rich countries to make waves in a country held up as an African development success story has let the conflict fester - despite massive suffering at the hands of a brutal rebel group that forces children into battle and cuts off the lips of its enemies."

Roll up, roll up for some human rights fundamentalism in the heart of starkness.

"For the militia of abducted villagers and teenage gunmen terrorising northern Uganda, the first step towards justice crushes an egg."

How quaint, we scoff: watch and gurn (streaming movie).

Comments:
Well, thanks be to the Great Duodenum in the Sky. I wondered for a while if the ulcer had stopped gurgling for good, suffocated perhaps under the blandishments of the Bicarbonate Broadcasting Corporation.
 
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