Into the
Valley of Death Rode the Vituperative Press Pack
Journalists
of the liberal left brigade mounted and ready, awaited to echo their
paymasters' political bias and revenge for their 2016 loss.' But now it was
2020 a new dawn awaited if they could destroy the assembled rabble below. As
their horses, ‘Fulmination’ ‘Tourettes’
and ‘Deranged’ to name
but a few, twitched and snorted in anticipation, their General, a Monsieur
Acosta, reminded his men 'of Flaubert’s remark about style, that it is ‘the
discharge from a deeper wound, so remember in what ink to dip your pens.’ Down
below in the Valley the Trump troops assembled, a rag tag of the people’s army,
now an assembly of them hoisted a banner, which read, 'Style in 'Journalism' can be an organized violence committed on ordinary speech because it
constitutes a deviation from average speech that estranges the reader.' The Troops at the top
of the hill could now see this unfurled banner. Someone had blundered, it would seem the rabble below were not just uneducated deplorables.
Still. Theirs not to make
reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
So, into the valley of Death
They rode
- their demise set
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