Before I start: I should be forthright*, honest, whatever, and say upfront that I watch far too much cable news.So, I really should direct this rage against myself for being the masochistic motherhumper who puts himself through with the hours of watching the horseshit.
But, this is my blog, and if I wanna complain ,I will complain.
I hate pundits.They always know, till they do not know.The biggest welfare state may be in fact the pundit.They can say crap, never get called out on it, and then are allowed to once again say newer crap.They are worse than old white NFL coaches who are always rehired for a new team after a long history filled career of failure.
Pundits are the Norv Turner of the cable news world.I have kindly linked to his wiki bio, as I am sure more than one of you people will not have a clue about who he is, or what he does.(I do not even know how I know, as I do not follow the sport, but I do watch Sportscenter, a lot.)
Anyways, the point is, he gets a lot of jobs, and is always fired, then rehired, despite his less than grand career.Same goes for pundits.They say crap, they get crap wrong, and there they are, still.
I want that job!The job you can be perpetually wrong and still have a job.Can you imagine a doctor who was constantly wrong?You would get a new doctor, or well, not need a doctor, if you catch my drift.No? You would be dead, duh!
But, before you think I am just some crank ( I am, but that is not the point.) that hates just cable new pundits, I loathe when it happens in newspapers, too.They always do, and always have.
Take these veritable gems from yesteryear.
” By 2000 the machines will be producing so much that everyone in the U.S. will, in effect, be independently wealthy.With government benefits, even nonworking families will have, by one estimate, an annual income of 30,000-40,000.How to use leisure meaningfully will be major problem.”
- Time, February 25, 1966.
Or, perhaps this piece of brilliant punditry:
” By the year 2000, people will work no more than four days a week and less than eight hours a day.With legal holidays and long vacations, this could result in an annual working period of 147 days on and 218 days off.”
- The New York Times, October 19, 1967.
Boy, they had those predictions pegged, huh? I will save you the time by adding in all the stories about fucking flying houses and robots that clean your jet pack before you scoot off to your job, a job you apparently only work at like 5 hours every other week.
They tend to be wrong, a lot.So, listen to them if you must, but please do not go and rip your hair out, scream till you have no voice, just because some person said they know stuff about this or that.Or, go ahead, just prepare to look like you are about eighty years old, when you are just touching forty.You are old, but not that fucking old.
Just keep this all in mind while you watch the latest ” news” about the debt ceiling or some other hot topic on your cable news program of choice.
Yeah, you get my point, I think.Maybe.Probably not.
*Someone should call me an asshole for using “forthright”.That was a dick move,me trying to make it look like I have an ever expansive vocabulary.