Like It Never Even Happened

If you want to see how the liberal mind works look no further than the media. It’s not just how they cover what they cover, it’s what they cover in the first place. Sometimes, they go all in without regard to facts, and sometimes they rush to a story only to find it is not what they’d thought it to be, hoped it to be, and run away just as quickly. When they run away, the story disappears – like it never even happened.

The latest examples of these types of stories involve shootings and an attack at the U.S. Capitol.

When eight people were murdered by a monster in Atlanta, the left became excited at the implications – a white guy had murdered six Asian women, it had to be a hate crime. If you noticed the difference between eight people being murdered and the media-hyped “Six Asian women” being the left’s obsession, you’re not alone.

Who were these other two people and why were they treated like the Professor and Mary Ann were in the first two seasons of the Gilligan’s Island theme song – not really acknowledged? It’s rather difficult to find out because the media set the narrative that these killings were expressly an anti-Asian hate crime and they didn’t fit that narrative of “white supremacy” being the root of all evil. That was their story and they were sticking to it, no matter what any evidence or reality may contradict it.

A few days later, another monster killed 10 people in Boulder, Colorado. Images of the killer being taken into custody by police without his shirt perked up liberals' hopes that another “white supremacist” had attacked. The template was ready, the narrative was set and ready to go. Many so-called journalists jumped the gun, declaring that “another white guy” had gone on a killing spree.

But a funny thing happened on the way to ratings gold and agenda success – the man arrested was a Syrian immigrant and a Muslim. Not being a white guy, the story was no longer useful to the left and it disappeared from the news. A mass shooting with two more victims than Atlanta, which was still driving the news cycle at the time, and suddenly it was gone. The races of the victims and the perp were wrong, so those lives did not matter.

Then there was a mass shooting in California, 4 victims this time including a 4-year-old boy. It had all the hallmarks of a story the media would love, but it never got traction. If you weren’t watching the news that night or morning, the odds are high that you’ve never even heard of the tragedy. The victims and the suspect were Hispanic and this is of no use to Democrats, therefore it is of no interest to the media. Once the breaking aspect of the story gave way to the demographic reality, it was gone. Even the murder of a child didn’t matter. They’ve ignored multiple children being murdered in Chicago, why would one in California matter?

Last weekend, more than 30 people were shot and seven killed in Chicago, the left’s radar didn’t even blip.

On Friday, they thought they’d had another pile of gold, this time back at the U.S. Capitol. A lunatic ran over two police officers, killing one and severely injuring another. Was it another “insurrection?” The media snapped into action, ready to highlight the “threat from Trump supporters.”

The suspect this time was a black guy, a leftist and follower of the Nation of Islam, a real hate group. Chyron writers at CNN and MSNBC went back to sleep, able to nurse the cramps in their hands from pre-typing out variations of “White Supremacist Attacks Capitol Again” several thousand times. It’s the cross “journalists” must bear, I guess.

It has all the ingredients of a story the left loves – a white police officer, a black man, ties to a hate group, and murder – they were just put together in the wrong order. And that order couldn’t be hanged, so after the initial live coverage, the story was gone by the next day.

You’ve likely seen those ads for Servpro where the pipes bursts in a home or office, everything freezes, then people in Servpro gear come in and put everything back together before life resumes “like it never even happened.” That’s how the left is when a story, no matter how tragic or newsworthy, does not fit their narrative or advance the liberal agenda: it’s Keyser Söze – poof, it’s gone.

Eerily familiar...

Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.

16. Ministry Of Truth

.......

The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below.

The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further.

The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary.

Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance.

When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify.

In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.

As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames.

What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead.

In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs.

There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed.

And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence.

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