And then I wrote...

by Dick Schilling, "Editor Emeritus"

... that I have not watched any of the award shows on television for years, and this week’s Golden Globes was not an exception.

But listening to or reading reports next morning mentioned some things worth comment.

As with so many things these days, the media are guilty of yet another case of overkill. It appeared that most of the nominated performances dealt with strong women overcoming someone or something. I am not familiar with any of them and don’t plan to become so. The sole exception might be Gary Oldham’s portrayal of Winston Churchill, a strong man!

Photos show most women wore black, no doubt in mourning for the millions of extra dollars they earned or will earn as a result of the current mania to draw attention to predatory males in Hollywood, politics and business. Not that that isn’t a story and a problem. But it isn’t the only topic worth discussion.

But like lemmings, they go blindly on their mission.

Most troubling thing to come out of the award show was the drive to elect Oprah Winfrey as president. NBC even symbolically crowned her that night! Apparently the Nobody But Clinton network would gladly settle for Oprah. That’s all we need.

Another president with no experience in the political scene.

We most recently elected as president an international businessman and television star who bragged about his remoteness from government.

And he replaced a president whose previous experience consisted mostly of being a ward heeler for perhaps the most corrupt city government of any major American community, plus a couple months as a senator with sporadic participation and attendance.

And Winfrey would make the third egotist in a row in that office.

Also obsessing the media is a book by New York gossip columnist Michael Wolfe. Because of advance release of some quotes from the book, including some attributed to former Trump associate Steve Bannon, the book immediately went to the top of a New York Times best seller list, although it was unclear if it belonged in the fiction nor non-fiction category.

A lazy, biased (by their own admitted professions) press which, shark-like at the hint of blood, pursues one thing, and deprives the rest of us with information we should have about a myriad of things while they relentlessly all pursue one thing.