I have no solid idea of where I stand in regards to the social bonds I've thus far formed. No conclusion I draw is indefinitely backed up and the more I think about the inconsistencies of my observations of others versus their actions thereafter, the more I am frustrated and pushed to understand and predict them. There is an invading paranoia swelling in my skull; I fear I am being lied to, and I harbor very little doubt that this is so. Disheartened, there is not much left to do besides either amputate these slippery bonds or perform surgery on the minds of others, coaxing the literal unbias I so crave from their auditory masks.
Do not **** with me, you machinations of society, my fuse it short.
What a puzzle, what a fruitless aim. I've been removed for such a time that I'm unsure whether these cogs deserve motion, or even feel righteous in their rotation. I deserve but one of three outcomes. That I might see the actual grinding and spark, that I might unbind the ties of this machine to my being, or that I might find some hopeless madness to consume my concern.

Depending on the reporter.
The media can slant and ruin a person reputation within seconds.
And make the readers look very dumb.

Like the scriptures, unless you investigate for yourself.
You at the will of whatever your minister say?

Which is why?
The scriptures state to study to show yourself approved.

Down through history, we have seen strong survival not be threatened by lies.
Or agendas of another in the press.

Muhammad Ali, is a classy example, many tried to tear his will down.
But through his faith and will and others.
He stayed firm on his principles.

We saw many attacked because either they were to the left or right on viewpoints.
And not survive the attack of the media.

But on one hand, you recognized the POWER of the press.
When challenged by political forces to prove something.
They most likely accept that challenge and usually win.

Unbias, in certain cases but only to a point.

Okay, they profess to be unbias.
Except you notice a few things.
They cater to the police department.
Afraid to call them out for stupidity.

They cater to one another.
Afraid to attack another station.
Well, when you see a commissary.

And then they have that investigated reporter.
Then, aren't they all investigating a story?

Maybe, it's just the title seems more important.

Yes, the news.