The Media

The media.

The media are powerful people. I major in Media in college, I should know.

They are so powerful, the first four letters of the word ‘media’ were taken from the word medicine, a very important presence in mankind’s quest for survival.

It’s like naming your son Bill, and later in life he pays the bills of your diabetes medicine. It’s like naming your daughter Gates and she ends up a security guard.

Anyway, while middle-aged lecturers are at it in class, I’m not at it…so I’m not exactly academic per say…it’s like going to the bar for the occasional free WIFI.

Instead of even googling about the local outrageous beer prices and cheap local lung cancer centres, I’m just staring at my ex girlfriend’s Facebook pictures…

Her clothes look like colourful handkerchiefs of the Devil.
When she hangs her laundry out to dry in the sun, the sight looks like a rainbow handkerchief parade.

A clueless circus adorned in colour.

The media. So powerful.

Somewhere none of you know, a gang opened a new night club and wanted the media to advertise it. They decided not to waste money on the media for newspaper space and airtime.

Instead, they paid a popular rapper to come to their city. And where stars go, the cameramen follow with their sweaty notepads.

The gang instructed him to chant “See you at the Oscars!” like a mantra. They informed him everyone watches the Oscars, and he should use that as a way of telling people that he will be a famous rapper with an Oscar award.

And as long as he dodges the bullet four or five times, he will live longer than Tupac.

Great marketing strategy, eh?

“See You At The Oscars” were the only words that were heard from the rapper. And the arrogance of a rapper knows no limits.

The Oscars was the name of the gang’s club.

Besides, we don’t watch the Oscars anymore.We just read the Internet reviews.