The Power of the Press…to Entertain
- Living in a small town has its perks.
- It’s easy to decide where to go out to eat because yours choices are so
limited…clear: 4 Italian/American restaurants, 4 Chinese buffets/take-outs, 3 highfalutin’ pricey places, 4 family style carb-loading joints, 4 hot-dog stands, 1 Greek diner, 1 Mexican Casa, 1 Thai restaurant, and 15 drive-thru-choke-as-you-go options. I’m not counting the bars where you can order food with your new tattoo and future hangover. There are plenty of those places.
- The crime rate is very low, unless you consider lack of culture a crime.
- Nature is all around you…buzzing around your face, eating your flowers, rummaging through your trash, and leaping out in front of your moving vehicle.
- People act as if they know you, even if they don’t. It’s just the neighborly thing to do–at least people in my neighborhood act like they know me…especially the men.
- If you see people who need help, you worry about them as you pass by them. You wonder if they’ll be okay. Again, it’s the neighborly thing to do. People in big cities aren’t that considerate.
- Shopping is a breeze. You don’t have to ponder the many places you will have to go to find what you’re looking for. You won’t find what you want within a 50-mile radius, so shopping is really simple. But you have to know that the “World Wide Web” has more than just porn on it and you must have access to it, which is iffy especially if your electrical service is home to a raccoon.
- And the local newspaper is more about keeping people entertained than it is about keeping people informed.
But maybe it’s just our local newspaper and maybe it’s just me who finds it amusing. (I knew I’d get to the title of this post eventually.)
Our local paper has a habit of running headlines and placing random pictures close enough to the headline to make it look like the picture belongs with the headline. Sometimes the combination is outlandish and makes me ask aloud, “Was the Editor drinking again?” Let me just share with you two recent examples. I blotted out any identifying names to protect the guilty.
The only things I did to these photos of the actual newspapers was to crop out the name of the newspaper and blotch out names of places or reporters that anyone without super-vision could read. I swear I didn’t put these pictures next to these headlines. The editors of the paper did that all by themselves.