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Slow day in the newsrooms

I recently cancelled a major chunk of my cable service and only get like 5 stations beamed into the house. Net results - savings of $25 per month - enough to get 2 Indian buffet lunches. Content loss of intellect - zero - perhaps better condition of grey matter due to lack of toxic drivel being bombarded onto it from the erstwhile cancelled channels. Now like a recovering alcoholic I am thinking of cutting the moronic cord entirely. I also got rid of the concept of land telephone line now that I have more cell phones than I can count at my disposal (its a long story). I am working very hard on the concept of telepathically connecting with fellow humans on a need to know basis and will update the readership as the concept matures. If I do not you might smell the stink anyway and try to reach me. What I am discovering more and more is that the media sometimes might be in cahoots with the perps and instigating a story or two so they can send their goofy and lazy cameramen out to chase it. A fire here or a minor explosion there - no loss of life other than the mongrel that caught in the storm drain but our KTVU's John Dingleberry is there live and reports that its not a mongrel after all - it was a black squirrel that was the size of a mongrel and it has since been devoured by the wild vultures. Here is another sensational article and poor writing - I quote - Child workers freed in New Delhi raid - A bonded child laborer rests his face in his hands after being rescued in a raid of a factory in New Delhi. Recent raids found dozens of migrant child laborers toiling in factories under harsh conditions despite laws prohibiting such practices. First of all this was not practice but real life - so says the bond (James Bond). So to call it prohibiting the practice gives the law no teeth now does it? He is resting his head in his hands wondering now how the heck am I going to feed myself you dolts? Foxconn employee jumps to death in Southwest China. Now that was smart .. he chose a big enough area to jump in since he was afraid of water. This way he sure landed on some hard surface. Could have been an ipad what with so many being built in that region. Thats it folks.

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