Truly nothing shows how completely useless our news media has become than the endless discussion of the “Obama-Castro handshake.” This is Volume Two of the “Obama Bowed To Saudis” fauxtrage, another fabricated reaction to a completely meaningless incident. The Daily Show has already superbly skewered those pretending to be upset about this so I don’t need to go into all the times Republicans shook hands with horrible people. Suffice it to say, it’s just more manufactured outrage expressing the belief of the 27% that President Obama does not belong in the White House. How typical.
If the national news media hasn’t yet figured out that there’s nothing this president can do that won’t result in endless hand-wringing from the right wing over how the blackety-black Muslim usurper has destroyed American prestige and sullied the very institution of the American Presidency with his blackety blackness, then I really have no use for any of you.
I mean, Jesus. Did it completely escape your notice that Handshake-Gate came right on the heels of Selfie-Gate? Both completely overshadowed President Obama’s inspirational and defiant eulogy, which was both tribute and call to action to finish the work of Mandela, King and Gandhi. The utter irony of all of this is just tragic. The president’s message: continue fighting for justice and equality around the world. The message the American news media delivered: America’s first African American president is just not fit for office, he’s out of his element. Look how he behaves on the world stage. What an embarrassment.
Hey New York Times, CNN, network news: do y’all not have the self-awareness to see what you’re doing?
All I can say is, shame on you. Shame. On. YOU.
I eagerly await the day when some cable news reader takes one look at the Teleprompter and says, “You know what, guys? Fuck this shit. I’m not reading that. That’s just stupid.” I wonder if anyone on TV will follow the lead of the AFP photographer who took the so-called “selfie” picture. He said:
“Why do people care about a selfie?” he said. “This is a sad reflection of our society.” He’d gone to photograph the memorial with a team of ten photographers. They moved some 500 images on the wire. “Good images, nice, strong images,” he said. “Images of South Africans dancing, smiling, chanting, which is the way they express mourning for a man they consider to be their father.” It was a long ceremony; he took many photographs of world leaders giving speeches and South Africans grieving. And suddenly he saw the Danish prime minister lift her phone to take a photo of her face alongside seatmates Obama and Cameron. Schmidt dutifully clicked away. “They’re in front of you, this happens, you take the picture,” he said. “But I saw so many good images from that memorial. And the picture that’s getting played is the president in a selfie. That’s kind of a bummer.”
Yes, well, lesson learned. Now you know: when it comes to President Obama, the rules are different. Snapping a photo of the world’s most powerful man engaging in a candid moment with two other world leaders, acting like any other human being, is simply not done. Not when it’s Obama. If it were George W. Bush, that would be a different matter entirely. Because some people in America still just can’t get over the fact that there’s a black man in the White House and anything he does offends them. His very existence offends them.
And what’s worse is that the American news media eat this stuff up with a spoon every damn time. They simply can’t let right-wing uproar pass as the meaningless grumbling we know it is. These are sore losers who have been on the wrong side of every important issue since forever — yes, even the wrong side of the Apartheid issue. Why anyone pays attention to them, I do not know. Yet every time they call for the fainting couches it makes the national headlines.
This is how journalism dies in America. You’d think news people would be offended that their profession has been turned into the equivalent of a junior high school lunchroom. I guess you’d be wrong.
Please, someone, find your balls. Tell the people in charge to knock it off.