The Despicable Tabloids – Propaganda Tools of the Establishment.

I generally avoid the Tabloid Press like the plague. They are purveyors of lies and propaganda of the worst type. But last week I was in the supermarket and I was given a free copy of the SUN. I accepted and took it home to have a look at what it was about.

As I remember the front cover was about the traitor Corbyn who had betrayed the country and met with Czechoslovakian spies to pass on information about a MI5 crackdown to the soviets. The truth of the matter was that Jeremy had, in the course of his duties as an MP, met up with a Czech Diplomat on two occasions in the normal course of his work and they had some brief words. That diplomat later turned out to be a spy.

Inside the paper were numerous jibes about extreme socialism and similar pernicious references. The articles were banal, sensationalised and all written in the style that a twelve year old would find accessible.

It was appalling.

The Sun, Express and Mail are all aiming at the same less educated market. Their constant drip drip drip of propaganda and spin is intended to sow the seeds of doubt into the ignorant minds of the populace.

Seemingly Jeremy Corbyn is anti-Semitic and a friend to terrorists because he has shared platforms with Palestinians. He is a friend of IRA terrorists too because he has shared a platform with IRA representatives, deplores the army’s brutality and is in favour of a united Ireland. The fact that he has won two UN Peace awards for his efforts to try to find solutions to these intractable problems is never reported. They put the spin on it to undermine him.

The Telegraph and Times not much better, though at least the language is a bit less sensation and has more substance.

It is cynical.

These papers are despicable purveyors of establishment propaganda. The spin they put on things is to undermine the Labour Party, paint them as crazy extremists and support the Tory Party and the establishment they represent. The constant stream of lies, innuendo and spin is a poison that filters into the psyche of the population. They spread hysteria about terrorism, immigration and scare stories about scroungers and criminal gangs and exaggerate things into sensationalised emotional images.

How can any democracy work while these scandal sheets spread their lies?

The Press is owned by the wealthy elite and exists to maintain that privilege. The Labour Party are a threat to that establishment and the newspapers and media generally are using every tactic they can to undermine him.

Shining Sun

Frederik is just wonderful. He has such brilliant ideas. This is fabulous. Check out his visual poems on his blog. You’ll be impressed.

Poetry – Incandescent Days – a poem for life on planet Earth.

This planet revolves around the sun. In man’s earliest days it was a thing of wonder, bringing light, heat and life. It had to be a God and was worshipped. The beliefs were that the rituals could unlock and control the powers it possessed.

Our ancestors were wrong but even so the sun was the giver of all life.

The sun’s heat was sufficient to melt ice and liberate vapour. Water is the medium of all living things. None can live without it.

The sun’s light caused photosynthesis to produce the oxygen we breathe and liberate our thoughts. With the energy it donated to us we dissected its secrets and learnt that it was no god and our powers could not touch it.

Life is change. With each day our bodies transform from egg and sperm to death. In millennia we evolve. And the sun itself must change. The giver of life will one day turn destroyer but its passing may produce life for others to evolve on distant worlds. For we are the stuff of exploding stars.

Incandescent Days

Incandescent days beneath a nuclear globe

Worshipped from days long gone

Creating green explosions on the crust.

No gods to implore but iron to rust

And chemistry to leave within the dust.

 

Hydrogen to helium

And energy to burn

Upon the mantle of our shelf

As quarks are rearranged

To radiate through space

And illuminate ourselves.

 

Excited electrons create the air

As pigments dance in ecstasy

To where

They are passed to the chemistry

That dares

To change its state.

For change is the law

And all our fate.

 

Opher 3.7.2015