Media in the Modern Age

Anyway…. So…. It seems the world will continue to happen to all of us, despite what we try to do about it. This is – on the whole – a bit of a bugger that the world is contracted thus.

Of course, in the olden days one could have written a stiff letter to The Times. You would be confident that when the powers that be saw the wisdom of your words, and as it was The Times there was no doubt whatsoever that they would see one’s words, a gunboat would be dispatched forthwith, or – if deemed more appropriate – those responsible would be horsewhipped to within an inch of their lives.

These days however, with more newspapers than you could shake a mendacious politician at, unless you are an over-refreshed accidentally partially-disrobed celebrity there is little chance of the media paying you much attention, unless you’ve got some product to flog they can leap onto the coattails of, hoping some of that ‘glamour’ will rub off on them.

These days even if you are an eminent scientist, or other knowledgeable cove, who can speak confidently and coherently in an erudite manner about whatever it is you are pointing at, you only get the attention if you do the pointing from some exotic location, ideally with your cleavage or gentleman’s area on prominent display.

If you are some ordinary geezer with nothing to flog, not even yourself, you can forget it, mate. Anyway, these days you’ve got blogs, Twatter, ArseAboutFaceBook, and all that to witter away upon, all giving you the impression that you are saying something and the greater illusion that people are actually paying attention to you, listening to you, and – when all is said and done - what is a mere gunboat compared to that?