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.well, if the media will not succumb to a sabbath, i'll make a sabbath of my own, in the following way: of the few, rare, joys in life... reading the sunday times on a Monday's, sunny afternoon; which goes to show... delay...     the aspect of delay... in terms of the effect of journalistic integrity... just a day shy, or two days shy from the actual events... because who the **** bothers watching the scripted artifice of zombie ******** that's t.v. journalism? well... with newspapers you can at least bewilder yourself with new words, build up some sort of phobia about a syllable count cascade of smooth reading... **** like that...            plus... back in the good old days... when newspapers were sized A1... and you really couldn't read them on the tube...             A1? **** A0?           and reading an English newspaper, on a crowded tube, and flipping the pages?   was like some karate master making sushi...          ****** marvelous.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
the press is still relevant
.well, if the media will not succumb to a sabbath, i'll make a sabbath of my own, in the following way: of the few, rare, joys in life... reading the sunday times on a Monday's, sunny afternoon; which goes to show... delay...     the aspect of delay... in terms of the effect of journalistic integrity... just a day shy, or two days shy from the actual events... because who the **** bothers watching the scripted artifice of zombie ******** that's t.v. journalism? well... with newspapers you can at least bewilder yourself with new words, build up some sort of phobia about a syllable count cascade of smooth reading... **** like that...            plus... back in the good old days... when newspapers were sized A1... and you really couldn't read them on the tube...             A1? **** A0?           and reading an English newspaper, on a crowded tube, and flipping the pages?   was like some karate master making sushi...          ****** marvelous.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
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