My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains, my sense as though of Fox News I had watched, or subscribed to The New York Times.
My apologies to John Keats, but that's how I feel; especially so, as there is now an absurd campaign to banish so-called "fake news" from the Internet.
What, I ask you, is fake news? Does anyone believe Fox, CNN, NPR or Breitbart are somehow real? Honestly, I think viewers and readers would be better served by an editorial monkey tapping away at a jungle telegraph. At least the monkey's sole agenda is the ripe banana that awaits the completion of his labors. Better yet, how about we employ a green-visored spiritualist to channel the hard-bitten shade of Edward R. Murrow with a 3D news ouija?
People say you should never read the comments on a news article. But I'd suggest that the comments be the only thing you read. They are entertaining, at least, and provide useful insights into the confirmation biases and mania active in our world today. The actual article, on the other hand, will merely demonstrate the monstrous size of its author's self-righteous ego.
So I don't bother with the news. It's for the birds.