Absurd Media on Malaysian Plane Story
It does seem to be a bit over the top. What is your theory?
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We know some things about the changing in altitude, the changing direction, but we don’t know really any more than we knew in the first 24 hours. But it’s impossible to conceive of that because everybody has been treated to all of these possible explanations, some of them outlandish, some of them sensible. But you watch, when this is all said and done, the simplest explanation for what has happened here is what’s gonna end up being the explanation. It isn’t gonna be something extravagantly out of this world, my guess, and I’m not positing myself as an expert here. I haven’t even been watching. You know, Kathryn cannot believe that because I’m such an aviation bug. It’s not that I’m not interested. Folks, I can’t handle the media on this. I literally cannot.
We’ve got anchors and anchorettes who don’t know beans about even why an airplane flies. They couldn’t explain the concept of air pressure differential or lift to you if their jobs depended on it. They go get guests, and nobody knows what happened here, so you got a bunch of people on TV who just want face time. I’ll give you another example. I started making fun of the coverage last night, and Kathryn’s really into this, so she kind of looked at me and rolled her eyes and walked out. I said, “Look what they’re doing here.” On half of the screen you’ve got the host and the guests and then on the other half you got B-roll. It’s B-roll, a videotape, of a helicopter flying over water and we’re supposed to think this is a live shot of somebody actually peering out of a helicopter looking for wreckage.
Then they show us a gauge, just a meter, just any kind of an electronic gauge or meter while they’re talking about pings. And we’re supposed to think, “A-ha! Keep your eye on the gauge! Keep your eye on the gauge! We might see a ping!” And it’s all such a show. I can’t handle the media coverage of it, and it’s like Obama’s plunging approval rate. Yep, I know it, when it hits 30, call me. Well, 35, when it hits 35, call me. Other than that, I don’t care. I know which way it’s going, and I’m stupefied that it’s as high as it is. So when it gets down to where it should be, let me know. In the meantime, I’m gonna entertain myself doing other things, whatever it might happen to be.