Working at that farm, lovingly and tenderly inserting my right arm deep into the hindquarters of a constipated pig is growing more and more desirable than having to listen to another breathless journalist pontificating to me about the Ocampo 6.
I stand unsure whether to weep or laugh at the absurdity of Kenyans celebrating the return of possible perpetrators of the election violence. These same Kenyans for some reason don’t give a rat’s ass about the victims who lost family, friends, property, homes and livelihoods!
Please, using well annotated diagrams, in which parallel universe to we celebrate the perpetrators and not the victims?
Yes, my entire torso is covered with bird seed, chicken droppings and feathers. This is because I preferred to lie face down in a chicken coop that accommodates six dozen chicken suffering from acute diarrhoea than have to listen to another second of blasted ‘Live Coverage’ of windbags returning to the country.
I am forced to conclude that the media’s insistence on perpetuating this farce is a start reminder that perhaps the media is missing among the Ocampo 6.
Helping broadcast innuendo, tribalism and hate speech as far as I am concerned makes the media just as guilty as the perpetrators.
And to add insult to injury these guys are being covered in such detail I am reminded of a movie I heard in some obscure movie
Your head is so far up his arse you can see daylight
I mean, c’mon! Media has a responsibility to the people of this great country.
How I wish for a vibrant, responsible media with the brass cojones to collectively decide:
You know what? This story is fracturing this country right down the middle. As patriots and fellow citizens we refuse to participate in this.
But no. We are getting blow by blow description of the very personifications of impunity. It is just a matter of time before we hear
And after that colossal dump, His Excellency {bleep} {bleep} has now proceeded to wipe his backside with Rosy (2 Ply) in pink. He will then flush the toilet, belch and walk over to the corner where his discarded, slightly soiled y-fronts lie
Journalism indeed.
My resolve in relocating to the farm and spending happy periods in the presence of belching and farting bovines grows stronger as I listen to KBC talk about these Muppets as ‘heroes’. As my good friend David would say
Dude.
WTF
In preparation for my move I am quite simply boycotting any local media I see happily rushing this country to it’s doom.
Starting with
Citizen TV
The Standard
KBC
KTN
Capital FM
K24
Quite simply I am going to boycott these media houses in every way, shape and form. This includes
- Not buying their newspapers
- Not watching their broadcasts
- Not wrapping chips in their newspapers
- Not polishing my shoes with their newspapers
- Not cleaning my windows with their newspapers
- Not wrapping meat with their newspapers
- Not expressing amazement at their stunning range of Mexican Soaps
I’m hoping many of us will follow suit. They will definitely hurt if enough of us do this.
Given a newspaper is 40 bob, and I buy two every day, in a week that is 200 bob and in 53 weeks that is 10,600/-
Suppose just a million of us refused to buy the Standard for a year. That would be 10,600,000,000.
That they will feel.
Or if we refused to watch KTN/Citizen/KBC.
And the nail on the coffin – no eyeballs – no advertising. No advertiser will advertise with them.
Is it just me who is seeing the parallels between what is happening here and what happened before Rwanda exploded?
What say you?
Stop The Madness. #isupportocampo6mediablackout