Truth and Post-truth

Bloody hellfire! – “Truth” – a movie I’ve not come across before, that hubby spotted on the Sky menu and recorded for me. Robert Redford, Cate Blanchett and a host of others for whom my respect has grown enormously. The story about how CBS’s 60 Minutes programme uncovered President George W. Gump’s Texas National Guard scam to get out of serving in Vietnam and how, ultimately, wealth and power corrupted and destroyed the people, including Dan Rather, who tried to tell the story. 

You can always – always – tell when a story has got to me so much, made me so angry, so downright fucking pissed off, that I sit through the whole credits trying to catch my breath and I still need more time. There have been a few movies that have done that in recent years: Inside Job, Spotlight, The Insider, The Big Short, The Imitation Game and Margin Call to name six others. Then, of course, there’s Newsroom and Making a Murderer on tv. 

They are, for me, all about the same thing: disappointment. When people and organisations and systems and even whole countries, just don’t live up to what they could be. They’re all about little people trying to do things right, or correct things that are wrong, and being smashed aside by stronger forces than honesty, truth and natural justice. 

As we enter the post-truth age (a cliché, I know, but ever wonder how it so quickly got labeled as a cliché?) stories like this one really, really resonate. Because these days, when so much power is concentrated in fewer and fewer hands, they seem almost nostalgic in their innocence.

In “Truth”, Bush and Viacom are the bad guys. But these days, they’re minnows. With the likes of Murdoch, the Koch brothers, assorted Russian asset-thief billionaires like Putin and a few others making all the decisions and choosing what is true and what isn’t, these small stories seem almost insignificant against the global scope and ambitions of the new elite with their new truths.

I really believe that we have to all intents and purposes entered the end of days. The last chances that we ever had to work for the common good have gone. Trump, the ultimate liar and moron’s moron, is about to occupy the second most powerful seat on the planet, and his best friend, master and fellow multibillionaire Vladimir is in the most powerful. 

The media is controlled by a few people whose best interests are served by keeping people like them in place; the UK is about to piss off the largest trading bloc of countries on the planet, and our government is cutting social care budgets while campaigning to increase them all the while lying about how much of our money they’re spending.

And the voting fuckwits believe it all. They actually think that at the end of it all, they will be happier, wealthier and more secure. They think they will have more control without having the first idea what that word means. 

The cannon fodder is actually smiling as it’s being rammed home.

The whole of humanity has turned into a massive Whitehall Farce. Except it’s not funny any more. It’s Animal Farm, or 1984, but a thousand times worse.

After all, it’s not oppression if the people vote for it, is it?

Not a bang, but a wimper…

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About Paul Harper
These posts represent the collected thought of Paul Harper. Usually rants, occasionally lucid, always easily ignored. Read, don't read, your call!

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