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a talkative beast spewing half truths and half lies confident as the kid in your class who always raised his hand to mouth the wrong answer a kettle on the boil whistling absurdities shrill as a woman who has waited an hour at the rusty tap with a blue plastic bucket to find the last drop trickle away a menagerie of vultures salivating in unison at moist corpses in the street and swooping on the dead for a quote like eager students waiting for exam results to be plastered on the notice board a mercurial mistress who breaks a different bed everyday for limp men desiring a high-decibel performance for a two paisa act culminating in a contrived ****** an electronically enabled carrion crew reducing pillage to inches of column on newsprint a veritable feast isn’t it with Marie biscuits and steaming tea there is no escaping this monster of many heads and one tongue for it whispers a worldview its gait insidious and stealthy as it pounces on sheep who then bleat its platitudes as the truth and nothing but the truth
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
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a talkative beast spewing half truths and half lies confident as the kid in your class who always raised his hand to mouth the wrong answer a kettle on the boil whistling absurdities shrill as a woman who has waited an hour at the rusty tap with a blue plastic bucket to find the last drop trickle away a menagerie of vultures salivating in unison at moist corpses in the street and swooping on the dead for a quote like eager students waiting for exam results to be plastered on the notice board a mercurial mistress who breaks a different bed everyday for limp men desiring a high-decibel performance for a two paisa act culminating in a contrived ****** an electronically enabled carrion crew reducing pillage to inches of column on newsprint a veritable feast isn’t it with Marie biscuits and steaming tea there is no escaping this monster of many heads and one tongue for it whispers a worldview its gait insidious and stealthy as it pounces on sheep who then bleat its platitudes as the truth and nothing but the truth
The media as a cauldron of conformity
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
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