Why Donald Rumsfeld loves Paris Hilton
Who know’s why Donald Rumsfeld likes Paris Hilton? Anyone? I’ll tell you why. People who care about Paris Hilton don’t care about Donald Rumsfeld. And Rummy loves that.
When historians write the saga of the decline of American society, it will not be from plague or nuclear war or famine. It will be from sensational media and the brainless twits that follow it. Every time Perez Hilton gets a hit, every time a radio is tuned to Howard Stern instead of NPR and each Nielson ticker that records E! instead of PBS, agencies can rest assured that these people place a higher value on sensational but irrelevant news.
Instead of educating themselves on global warming or the economy or health care reform, people can find out that Lindsay Lohan is going to jail, or that Michael Jackson’s physician is in his preliminary hearing.
So if you happen to walk in on your sister watching Entourage, or your significant other perusing the latest issue of People, you are formally obligated to strap them to a chair and force feed them good media. Anything with content and depth will do: 60 Minutes, the New York Times, the National Review. Shred the Twilight novel and replace it with The Dark is Rising. Incinerate their copies of Terminator 3 and throw in a copy of Die Hard.
Over Christmas, I discovered to (to my dismay) that my cousin’s music library carried pop-rock and Sysco. I won’t stand for it, and neither should you. The only way to fight the rising tide of bullshit media that we’ve come to accept in U.S. society is to take a stand and replace it.
