The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Thirty-Two: What is journalism's role? Don't ask The Narwhal. They have no clue.

There is too much sophistry and muck in journalism, and it is deliberate. The more you drag your feet and ponder bullshit, the more you put distance between you and the need to make changes.

The philosopher kings and queens are shallow thinkers and it shows. Sophistry upon sophistry and journalists never do anything substantial.

Here is a pile of worthless trash from the Whole Story and I wrote why it was a pile of garbage earlier. It is not worth the pixels it was written on.

But it is a piece of propaganda that serves as a jumping for the article:

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of joining Ripley and about 25 other journalists for a conflict mediation training in New York. We collectively grappled with big questions like: how do we tell “complicated” stories that allow for contradictions and expose people to the “other side” without giving oxygen to fringe groups and opinions that aren’t based on facts?

Are you serious?

Do you understand a thing what it means to be a journalist?

Can you imagine these knuckle-draggers covering the Second World War?

Their coverage would have no mention of the Nazis because they would not want to give oxygen to them.

Yes, this is how patently stupid the profession has become.

But do not think this is a real article:

There’s no doubt that part of what drives highly polarized news coverage is that news organizations are often rewarded with clicks for writing sensational, outrage-inducing stories — and clicks drive advertising revenues in the traditional business model. Thankfully, that’s not our business model at The Narwhal

As a non-profit, we are driven to serve the needs of our readers — who support us directly — first and foremost. This opens up the opportunity to prioritize a different set of values: how can our stories contribute to healthier public conversations? How can we portray Canadians in all of their complexity and steer away from the caricatures we so often see in the media? How do we slow down, take a step back and write about the systemic issues in a way that might lead to solutions?

That’s right, kids: this isn’t an actual piece of journalism: it is advertising for the Narwhal.

It babbles and spews, but now that we know that this isn’t an actual piece of reportage, we can ignore it.

And we do not need any more narcissism and propaganda.

If you have to ask what journalism’s role is, you have no business being one.

It is a sad thing that journalism has been reduced to shit-posting…

Conde Nast kills Glamour's print edition; empire shrinks once more.

No surprise here.

Print as a medium never kept up and the Internet supplanted them, even though there are big advantages print has that the Internet does not, such as it permanency. Technology changes and things become obsolete, but a hard copy is a very good thing to have. It is a record and a document. We have millions of pictures vanish because phones or laptops get destroyed or files become corrupted. The Internet has publications vanish and there is no backup available.

You have a hard copy and you have proof that something was published.

It is too bad, but Glamour really lost its influence a long time ago. Vogue is the last of the pack with any grit, but even their grains are eroding.

In times of anarchy — and we are living in anarchy — stalwarts often take a pummelling and Conde Nast of a prime example of it…

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Thirty-One: Impossible times call for sensible measures.

Patient is a virtue.

And I am patient as well as persistent.

I make mistakes and frequently, but I work at improving myself, admitting errors, correcting them as I learn and improve, and then move on.

I don’t know everything. That is the reason I am such a rabid researcher.

I think and I muse, but I also test and experiment.

You’d think journalism would be the same way.

It’s not.

It is the reason the profession flounders. When you cannot admit your weaknesses, you lose your strengths in the bargain.

CNN’s resident clown Jim Acosta may have gotten back his hall pass, but principal Trump has new rules, and even though reporters say they will still ask follow-up questions, the problem is a briefing is a canned, event, and hence, meaningless because it is pseudo-order used to mask chaos.

Participating in it is a disingenuous act that keeps the charade going.

It isn’t just the truisms and rote habits that have the profession behaving impossibly.

BuzzFeed wants to merge with “rivals” to have even fewer voice and venues, and then have a paid subscription to their stupid quizzes and listicles filled with stupider gifs.

It is an impossible strategy that is doomed to fail.

Chaser is about sensibility, even during impossible times.

It will not follow rules, nor will it be dysfunctional.

It is based on a flexible matriarchal structure based in emotional literacy.

It doesn’t ignore content or intellectual literacy.

But it is about a multi-faceted balance.

Even in the worst of times…

Misunderstanding Reality: Why the Conversation should just shut up.

The Conversation has always been the dumb person’s attempt at thoughts, and it shows. It spews sophistry and appeals to authority without questioning their own simpleton methods, and this article is no different:

You can’t characterize human nature if studies overlook 85 percent of people on Earth

This is a direct appeal to political correctness and a misunderstanding of diversity, but I am not going to tackle the nuts and bolts of the article (I could if there is a demand), but how my own career contradicts this.

As in, real-life application that trumps spewing.

It is posh these days to think people all think differently and different culture and races are different.

Throughout different times and places, every place on this globe has had misogyny, xenophobia, violence, inequality, tyranny, war, exploitation, and patriarchal structures.

Your culture can have no virtuous airs over any other culture.

Propaganda from ancient times is identical to what is being spewed globally right now.

Where people get it wrong is that they have an obsession with the content of their thoughts. They think it makes them different.


There has always been competition and pecking orders.

We have aways had castes. We have always had inequality — socialism and communism had it as bad as capitalist societies. People rig things to benefit them and their relatives.

I know because I have bothered to look at cultures other than Western European ones.

Every society has had their own weapons; so when people tell me how violent some designated Them are, I always point out how their own culture is equally violent, too.

And then I rattle off their own in-group’s sins.

You may have justified it or become adjusted to it, but that’s not the same.

That is a myth.

What people look at is content.

So let’s take a gender-based one.

Women think they are the only ones who society pressures into worrying about their bodies.

They will cite anorexia as proof that their gender is the only one to have this problem.

There are men who suffer from it, the ratio is skewed.

And then women get smug with me.

And I say, yes, the content is starvation.

But what about the structure?

Men are also pressure to have muscles and abs, and their outlet is to abuse steroids, which is no less dangerous.

You may have one group starve themselves, but other pump all sorts of dangerous things into their system to achieve the same ends.

The content differs, but not the structure.

We look at shallow difference, while ignoring the silent similarities.

The human brain is the same regardless of race or nationality.

And we are far more alike than different.

When I was a psychology student, I didn’t just study and memorize theories in psychology or take anyone’s word as gospel truth.

I went out a tested that theory on different people in subtle ways to get feedback and verification.

And I could have a diverse sample size.

And lo and behold, the results held up.

If we are looking at 15% of a global population, that is a fair sample size.

Besides, studies usually rely on a single profile of a test subject: a first year university student.

There will always been variation and difference, but even for the same subject depending on the conditions.

There should be diversity in empirical testing, but that is true for studies looking at content.

But structure of thought is remarkably consistent.

Because we never question the structure of thought.

Testing is a form of intangible biopsy. You do not need to drain someone of all of their blood to see what is going on in their bodies.

A few vials usually does it.

What we need is diversity of structure.

And anyone can take up that mantle.

I have, for instance.

We have to stop thinking that there is no such thing as unity.

Diversity is one half of the equation. Unity is the other.

And we have to stop thinking that we are better or superior to others.

No, we are humans.

And that is scary enough as it is…

Memo to Car Bernstein: Press Conferences were always canned events that were also photo ops and propaganda.

Carl Bernstein wants to rig the optics of White House briefings by suggesting media outlets should edit them.

Oh please.

Briefings are press conferences, and those were always canned events. They are rigged to seem more important, but what they are is live press release, and that’s not news.

At best, it is free advertising, and at worst, it is state-sponsored propaganda willingly disseminated by journalists.

It doesn’t matter the president or the political affiliation, it is just a canned event, and now to suggest to increase the propaganda by cutting out everything journalists don’t like isn’t an actual solution that will give people more facts.

It’s a silly game, and why canned events have ever been given any journalistic legitimacy has always been mystifying to me…

EU wants to tax for links; Google News threatens to cut Europe off.

As well as they should.

Only a brain dead bureaucracy would suggest charging a tax for linking to original articles, but Western Europe never got itself into the modern era.

Spain played that game once, and Google News shut them out, and their publications took a serious hit. The EU should remember that Google doesn’t actually need them.

If their publications need money, they can improve their product. Google gives them free advertising and a global platform.

Stop thinking leeching on to the strong is going to save you from your archaic selves…



This is some wacky exercise your j-school program thought up to get some attention?

Leeds Trinity journalism department issued the prohibition in a memo to staff, explaining that uppercase print could "scare [students] into failure." The missive about "enhancing student engagement and achievement" included a number of other dos and don'ts. 

Lecturers were advised to write to students in a friendly tone and to avoid overbearing language and negative instructions. As the Express noted, among the prohibited terms listed were "do" and "don't."

The memo, which was obtained by the newspaper, said: "Despite our best attempts to explain assessment tasks, any lack of clarity can generate anxiety and even discourage students from attempting the assessment at all."

Your j-school students cannot handle ALL CAPS, then how will they handle death threats, threat of law suits, war zones, belligerent sources and the like?

They have to brave as soldiers because that is what they are signing up for.

An intangible war to liberate truth from lies.

This is why journalism education failed. They are not strengthening or toughening up students.

They are grooming them to spew press releases.

I hope this is a joke from someone with a silly sense of humour.

Either way, no wonder journalism is no longer a thing…

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Thirty: Journalism was supposed to be about the interpretation and gestalt of reality. Time for the reboot.

Another dead body in Toronto the Violent.


A record and it is still November.

One city.

You have a City of Hate.

And yet the Toronto Star is too obsessed with a single man who they constantly knock:

Premier Doug Ford and the politics of spite

Excuse me, but that body count started before Doug Ford won the leadership contest, let alone was premier. Toronto has serious problems, starting with its tolerance of violence and homelessness, and when someone isn’t applauding you, you accuse them of being spiteful.

Look at your squalor and not your cocktail parties, please.

Toronto has a problem, and it is not Doug Ford.

We have columnists ask what has Donald Trump learned from defeat.

What defeat? The pendulum of voter switches in the US is predictable, and switching political parties at midterms to the rival party is nothing new.

Which means it doesn’t matter which president it is, or how well or badly he is doing, the results will be the same.

The same.

That means the electorate have settled on a rig, and party affiliation or popularity have nothing to do with it.

But why don’t journalists ever see it?


Look at the Washington Post going on yet again about “fake news” merchants.

The same newspaper that brought you the fake news story Jimmy’s World.

The same newspaper that brought you the fake news of Private Jessica Lynch, and then had to apologize:

A Long, and Incomplete Correction

The same newspaper that in 2016, used a dubious website as a legitimate source of what was decreed fake news.

Watergate and the Pentagon Papers are but a distant memory.

Why are you looking at other merchants of lies when you have a chronic problem with it of your own?

Then there is the New York Times that has such blinders when it comes to the man they helped make the current US President, that they have lost all rationality, using sophistry to demonize his every thought and idea.

Now they have gone off the rails to argue that poor people who want jobs to get out of poverty are misguided idiots:

Americans Want to Believe Jobs Are the Solution to Poverty. They’re Not.

All right, people at New York Times, let’s take away your jobs and blacklist you all from getting work for, say, five years.

Tell me how good life is for you then.

Let us remind the world how it came to be that you are obsessed with your ex-boyfriend Donald J. Trump when you wrote your first love letter to him on November 1, 1976:

He is tall, lean and blond, with dazzling white teeth, and he looks ever so much like Robert Redford. He rides around town in a chauffeured silver Cadillac with his initials, DJT, on the plates. He dates slinky fashion models, belongs to the most elegant clubs and, at only 30 years of age, estimates that he is worth “more than $200 million.”

Flair. It's one of Donald J. Trump's favorite words, and both he, his friends and his enemies use it when describing his way of life as well as his business style as New York's No. 1 real estate promoter of the middle 1970's.

“If a man has flair,” the energetic, outspoken Mr. Trump said the other day, “and is smart and somewhat conservative and has a taste for what people want, he's bound to be successful in New York.”

That’s why you are now straining your brain cells trying to say his private sector logic is completely wrong.

No, try going on without employment for any stretch. It is emotionally draining, devastating, traumatic, and life-altering.

People are made to work. They are made to be productive and create. That there are people who exploit it is true, but there can be simple checks and balances put in place to keep things honest; so do not start telling lies just to spite your ex-idol.

That is mere jealous and manipulative propaganda.

But that’s what happens when you forget what you are supposed to do as journalists.

You are to report the sum of the parts of reality to show the whole.

You bring facts that society integrates.

As the gestalt psychologists famously noted, the whole does not equal the sum of its parts.

But you cannot see the undivided without its fractions.

Like pieces of a puzzle, each piece has a story of its own, but when put together, those smaller stories vanish and the big picture emerges.

That is what journalism once vowed to do.

It doesn’t anymore.

And that’s where Chaser comes into play.

It is not about the sticking it to people just because they aren’t impressed by you.

It is more important than personal grudges.

It is about seeing reality and then finding the truth....

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Twenty-Nine: Idiots and incompetents are in charge? You don't say, Irish Times!

Every once in a while, someone in the press makes an obvious observation that is absolutely accurate, as the Irish Times did with this article:

Brexit shows that idiots and incompetents are in charge in the UK 

The lesson of the first World War is that terrible things happen to ordinary countries who neither desired nor deserved what happened next

Yes, yes, thank you for telling the truth.

Absolutely true.

But how did those idiots and incompetents get that far?

Because the weren’t warnings. Journalists play along, building them up and not defying those games by brainlessly following candidates on their election photo ops.

I remember once commenting that election debates were useless in that they only measure how well a person debates and nothing else, and I had been accused of being cynical and not getting it.

Except I do get it. We dance around everything but the very thing we need to confront because we are creatures of routine.

So we keep doing the same things as people star to figure out how to game the system and then rig it to keep competent and capable people from entering the fold and the grifters and bunglers look bad in comparison.

Journalism has the same problem and that’s why it collapsed: it rewards grifters and conniving bunglers who keep quality people out as they use hacks and cheats — and steal — to keep those paper crowns on their heads.

If journalism truly wanted to save itself, it would not try to scare or manipulate people — which doesn’t cost money, and would invest in rebuilding itself.

But you won’t see that happen anytime soon.

When I launched Chaser News in 2007, I was an outsider who didn’t wait for the insider to let me work to improving the product.

I did it by myself.

And I will do it by myself again.

The world is full of idiots and incompetents who work on keeping right people away from them.

They will not be able to do it at Chaser, and I am in a good place with that…

Deutsche Welle's bigoted interview with Serbian Prime Minister Ana Brnabic.

In all the years of me watching Serbian political players get interviewed by North American and Western European journalists, I have yet to see one reporter treat a Serb with a modicum of respect or decorum.

Deutche Welle (DW)’s Conflict Zone kept up the horrific tradition by interviewing Serbian Prime Minister Ana Brnabic with the usual contempt.

You do not see this kind of bad attitude when journalists interview other world leaders. Compare this interview with 60 Minutes’ recent interview with Donald Trump.

Brnabic held her own, of course, as Serbs have had to do for decades. You do not have to behave like an ill-mannered swine: ask your questions in a respectful tone, and give the person a chance to answer.

Do not cheerlead. Do not malign. Interview and don’t look down on those who have agreed to sit on that hot seat…

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Twenty-Eight: Journalism lies. Social Media lies. At what point do we just stop wanting lies?

Just as journalists have been creating monsters under people’s beds, Facebook tore a page from their playbook, and now the New York Times is pretending to be outraged:

Delay, Deny and Deflect: How Facebook’s Leaders Fought Through Crisis

And other media outlets are treating this story as if it were some sort of big shock.

Only if you are an oblivious moron.

Facebook has been falling out of favour even before the 2016 US election. Facebook skews older, and that is the demographic that is overly cautious and jittery to begin with. Most of the people on my Facebook list are my age or older, but I am also on the vastly superior Ello where it skews much, much younger.

But Ello has a professional purpose: it is a venue for artists and some writers to showcase and sell their work as well as submit to various galleries and publications. Facebook is just for bragging and killing time.

But Ello was never the media darling. Facebook was. It was the special one and the Chosen One, more so than Twitter or LinkedIn. Journalists fawned all over Facebook for the majority of its existence, but then are surprised when it bought the hype:

Jonas Kron, a senior vice president at Trillium Asset Management, a US investor which owns an £8.5m stake in Facebook, last night called on Mr Zuckerberg to step down as board chairman in the wake of the report.

“Facebook is behaving like it's a special snowflake,” he said. “It's not. It is a company and companies need to have a separation of chair and CEO.”

Of course it is behaving like a special snowflake.

Journalists brought Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook there.


So, let us review reality:

The news media built up this kid and gave him a free pass, never asking hard questions because they were too busy fawning and drooling all over him and his company, portraying him as a Great Man and Titan of Industry, a hero and a winner.

And now he is the Bad Guy.

People were becoming bored of Facebook and disillusioned once they saw that their fake lives they bragged about weren’t as cool as other people’s fake lives, and they weren’t becoming rich and famous on social media as their business page wasn’t making them into breakout successes.

That’s why Facebook fell out of favour. The narrative that there was lying and invasion of privacy was just an excuse.

Because Facebook got called out on the same stuff for years, but everyone, including journalists ignored it because people were still counting on Facebook to give them exposure where they could razzle dazzle the world and everyone would fall in love with their genius and give them money.

Including journalism outlets.

When their fortunes sank even lower, that’s when their rose-coloured glasses got yanked off their face by the repo man.

But journalists were lying all along by kissing up to Mark Zuckerberg. They drooled all over him, and now they are spitting on him.

It’s your own damn fault.

You did it with Donald Trump,

Now you are doing it with Mark Zuckerberg.

The New York Times story does not make a whole lot of sense, but the Times never works from reality or facts.

The Blame Russia scam is silly: so what if Russians were lying on Facebook?

They weren’t the only ones doing the lying on that platform.

All the lying cancelled each other out.

Why people walked away from Facebook is that it was no longer a magic solution to their obscurity problem, and then it was a slow slide until the fall gained traction and everything imploded.

Facebook will never go back to its glory days because it was all predicated on a greed scam.

The press bought into it trying to seem in the know and cool.

Now that we know that you aren’t going to be famous liking nonsense on the Facebook, people are looking for something else, and will continue to lie about why they left just as the press lied why Facebook was the Promised Land in the first place.

It would be nice if the lies stopped, but that won’t happen any time soon, either.

When I started Chaser News, Facebook was in its infancy.

And I had a Facebook page for it. It was populated mostly by people who knew me, and with regular readers.

It never expanded my base, and I knew it within three months of going through the trouble of setting it up.

I still have my page for A Dangerous Woman Story Studio, and while I have over a hundred people following it there, it does even less for me, and I have very little maintenance. I did things differently, but the outcome was as useless as it was the first time.

Chaser is relaunching, but there will be no Facebook page for it.

There will be no Twitter page for it, either.

Or Instagram or whatever else is out there.

If you are interested, you will come here.

And that one place will suffice…

How defending Jim Acosta and throwing Julian Assange under a bus could cost journalists a whole lot more.

The narcissistic and short-sighted strategies journalists employ are a sign that this is a profession that does not think about the future, consequences, or strategy.

They painted WikiLeaks’ Julian Assange as some sort of Russian agent or dupe because his group revealed unflattering but accurate truths about Hillary Clinton. It was all true, and everyone knows it.

Instead, they were jealous, and now some are realizing how dangerous things will become if Assange is prosecuted.

The Intercept’s Glenn Greenwald said it best:

Over the last two years, journalists and others have melodramatically claimed that press freedoms were being assaulted by the Trump administration due to trivial acts such as the President spouting adolescent insults on Twitter at Chuck Todd and Wolf Blitzer or banning Jim Acosta from White House press conferences due to his refusal to stop preening for a few minutes so as to allow other journalists to ask questions. Meanwhile, actual and real threats to press freedoms that began with the Obama DOJ and have escalated with the Trump DOJ – such as aggressive attempts to unearth and prosecute sources – have gone largely ignored if not applauded.

But Greenwald is the lone sane man in that journalistic nuthouse. The obsession the press has with hating Trump has blinded them to how stupid their knee-jerk spasms are or the consequences of their childish games.

CNN’s Jim Acosta is not Bob Woodward. He is not breaking news or doing any actual journalism. He is a clown who behaved like a moron, and when he lost his hall pass, journalists defended him, which was a supremely bad move.

The White House banned a single idiot for being an idiot, and a low-class one to boot. No one else from CNN was barred; hence, they should have taken a hit on Acosta, and then leave it alone because if it becomes a shoving match, they are unevenly matched and the regime can do worse things that cost everyone much more in the long run.

They went to court and cheered that Acosta was allowed back in as if this would be the last of it.

Stupid, stupid move.

Now there will be rules in place.

Rules that had never been there before.

And now it dawned on the press that the rules will far worse than what they had before.

And they have CNN and Jim Acosta to thank.

Politico was very naive when their headline blared in part:

Trump discovers new weapon against media

Never considering that Trump's banning Acosta was a probe for him and he was actively seeking that weapon all along. Acosta’s selfish antics was a costly mistake and the press should know by now what happens when they resort to nose-tweaking Trump.

They never think ahead. They never plan ahead. They have some narrative running through their heads that they are good guys and if they slap back, everyone will back down and they will win.

Memo to journalists: at what point do you wake up to reality?

At what point do you change your ways?

You have had people like me research and point out rationally why you were actively being the agents of your own self-destruction.

You chose to ignore me and shut me out repeatedly.

And you chose to give free publicity to a knuckle-dragger like Acosta and cheerlead him even though you all know who he is.

You earned this wallop.

You earned the fallout because you never listen to people who speak the truth because they are brave enough and loving enough to see reality.

That is the reason you all have become a joke.

You were cruel to Assange, and he was an idealist who had a good idea. He is in over his head, and you are all responsible for it.

He knew what direction it should have gone. He has flaws, but he knew something and had a piece of the puzzle to your resurrection.

Now you whine.

But you were always lousy friends to the truth, and to the people who actually were trying to do something to save an industry.

Shame on you for that.

Shame on you for being as selfish as you are….

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Twenty-Seven: Watching the idiots walk is a very tricky business. So is listening to that little sound that compels you to act.




Politico is an idiot’s outlet.

This idiot article says it all:

Goodbye Nonpartisan Journalism. And Good Riddance. 

Disinterested reporting is overrated.

No, idiot: what you had was uninterested reporting, as in, you never bothered being disciplined and understanding empirical objectivity.

I wrote about objectivity in journalism. I wrote about how problematic it was because its origins were not empirical, but capitalistic, it was never truly tested or defined — and, it made no room for emotional literacy.

Not that journalists should be partisan propagandists.

Because partisan reporting is vastly overrated.

It’s just junk. Trash. Garbage.

You weren’t supposed to take sides because you were aware that all sides were little connivers and manipulators out for power and were exploiting the press. You called bullshit on both sides because it was bullshit.

The End.

So if you choose a side, you are decreeing one side’s bullshit is less bullshitty than the other guy’s — and that’s bigger bullshit.

Because once you hit bullshit, it’s over. It’s not a little bullshit.

It’s just bullshit.

So here is Politico trying to make the case that journalists should bullshit and be open about it, but in such a way that they justify being bullshitters and bullshitting isn’t bad.

Nice try, idiot.

Now take a walk.

We do not need another bullshitter.

What we need are facts.

We need to see how, when, where, why, and how we are being bullshitted, and by who.

And we do not assume what is presented as the opposite is an actual opposite that right by default.

No, no, no.

Because we can look at content, but if we ignore structure, we are ignoring a big clue.

So if you have two sides and one side uses a personal attack to hide the fact that they have no facts…but then so does the other, then they are both the same in structure, meaning the content is just a façade and a ruse to lure in suckers.

The structure of thought has to align with the content, or it’s bullshit.

True objectivity is actively comparing and contrasting and not favouring one side and then rigging the coverage to make them look better than they are and/or the other side worse than they are.

Because rigging is a form of lying.

So you just give facts and the facts reveal the reality to show the truth.

But that requires listening to that inner voice that tells you not to lie to yourself or other people because you can never find solutions if you rely on lies.

So Politico is a garbage publication. It openly says lying and cheating is a good thing.

It is far better to define, test, modify and refine objectivity than to lie.

Chaser is not going to lie. It will present facts in an empirically objective way.

And the bonus is that it will be a living laboratory where the experiments are shown as well as the results.

And that’s how changes go round, as that lovely old INXS song once mused to the world.

You find the centre of gravity and become a scale, measuring things without thinking it is about the left or right.

It is about balance and recording not just your measurements, but how accurate your scale happens to be…

The re-launching of Chaser News, Part Twenty-Six: Alchemy is the sport of detectives, magicians, authors, and victors. Bringing the lost philosophy into a new mindset.







When you have two bickering sides of the same basic entity, it is only the in-group who see their differences and think that there is a pecking order as the two fight for who will be the victor with one being decreed right and good and the other wrong and bad.

But outsiders see one big dysfunctional mess and see that the entity is is just bad and wrong — and not as morally superior as the outsider’s group.

Watching the slap fighting in the US is such a case: the Left and Right are just opposite sides of the same coin. Both tweak, both judge, and both backstab one another.

And the outsiders just wait on the sidelines hoping to take advantage of the same group for their own purposes.


It is the reason why I have always been a Radical Centrist. Fight all you want. Scheme all you want. Create narratives all you want.

I am not interested in being your hero or villain.

Or victim. Fuck that.

I have my own life and my own dreams, goals, ideas, aspirations and plans.

When I did Chaser News the first time, I wasn’t political in the traditional sense.

And in Western culture “political” is defined by running in Left circles or Right circles.

It is binary, and so boring.

As if everyone is following the same stupid script, but are just standing on one side of a line or the other.

That is not being political.

That is being a follower.

You might as well play dodgeball and get exercise instead.


Politics has always been a milquetoast version of war the way dancing is a milquetoast version of sex.

Both are thought of as two parties getting together to either create or destroy with one as the dominant and the other as the submissive.

It’s the competitive streak that always gets in the way.

Sex is Eros, but war is Thanatos.

Dancing is Eros, but politics is Thanatos.

And in the centre of these peculiar dynamics, is a radical centre that sees the rigs of both.

Because both are just a pretext to control the other half of the equation as if one side is more right than the other.

And they are equal.

What is on the left of the equal sign is another way of expressing what is on the right of it.

If I seem as if I am speaking in Gibberish, I am.

But I am not talking nonsense.

Just the language of the birds.



Chaser News played around with the concepts of alchemy, and heavily so.

A Dangerous Woman Story Studio came from it, right after I did a peculiar website called Monsters and Queens that was storytelling told in a pure alchemical tradition.

But had my previous bluechrome not gone under, that would have been my follow up book to Consumer-isms in 12 Easy Steps.

Monsters and Queens had no overt narrative online, but the book did and an outrageous one, but they were told in short vignettes and musings.

But after bluechrome was gone, there would be no publisher who could possibly take it one. It was too exotic.

So I started playing around with the outré elements.

As alchemy sees everything as having a soul, Truth become Alena Love, and Love became Vivian Love.

And so, A Dangerous Woman Story Studio came to be.

And is still going on. It is a quiet little venture with zero publicity, but I have regular readers and consistent ones.

But I never abandoned Chaser.

I just wasn’t in the place in my life where I could relaunch it.

Technically, it’s still not, but who the fuck cares?

I have been given enough lead to last an eternity.

And I prefer turning it into gold.

That’s what journalism used to proclaim to do: turn lead into gold.

Find problems and then when the lead is exposed, it turns into solutions.


Journalists turned the problems into facts.

Lead into gold.

That’s alchemy.

What they have done know is turn lead into cyanide.

Definitely in the wrong direction.

They are making problems into the fodder for war.


And that’s not journalism, but propaganda.

But they got poisoned by the lead and cannot tell the difference.

But I still can.

The Radical Centre is the centre of alchemy.

You don’t move lead from the Left and have gold from the Right or vice versa.

You do not reduce things into simplistic or binary quantities.

You expand, not constrict.

As alchemy’s Axiom of Maria states:

One becomes two, two becomes three, and out of the third comes the one as the fourth.

Psychologist Carl Jung was fascinated by it as I was, but our interpretations of it greatly differ.

But they do not conflict.

He merely sees one application, and I another.

Chaser is slowly coming back to life.

Slow heat.

And when it does finally arrive, it will not be the same as it was the first time.

Yet the alchemy will still be there, but in a more subtle and sophisticated way.

Start small, and move on to something bigger without getting lost in the translation.

As above, so below.

No propaganda.

That’s not alchemic.

And propaganda has no place in Edenic equations.

Because the goal of all alchemists is to die and go to Eden.

Not Heaven.

You aim higher, or settle for more.

Alchemy is not well understood by the emotionally illiterate, but for those of us whose hearts and souls are naked for the world to see and are brave, we get it.

It is the noble art of taking your broken pieces and fusing it with the gold of wisdom.

And it makes Kintsugi a form of alchemy.

But it is not the only one.

If journalism was once a form of alchemy, then its alternative is a better version of it because it didn’t stumble blindly.

It crawled before it learned to walk and then soar.

It understands the four stages: nigredo, albedo, citrinitas, and rubedo.

Blackness, whitness, yellowness, and redness.

It is also the four colours of the Four Horses of the Apocalypse.

But it all depends if you understand the direction alchemy is supposed to take you.

Higher than you thought you could reach, against all impossible odds where nothing and no one can either stop you or move you.

You cannot be intimidated, nor can you be manipulated.

You are the core. You are in a radical centre.

You are the atom of truth and reality.

Even in dreams.

And when you become unleashed, you can alter outcomes because you have the combination of facts that actually get people to take notice.

Journalism lost that sense.

And it is why they died.

But for those of us who resurrected ourselves, we learned from our mistakes and o the mistakes of others, and like the Phoenix, we are reborn from lead and allow ourselves to make gold no matter how strongly those who do not understand our ways try to stop us from doing what comes naturally to us.

We don’t take sides. We see both sides and bring them together.

With the glue of gold.

And not even broken pieces deject us or stop us from working from our own little worlds.

It is not about left or right.

But expanding a core that has no use for artificial boundaries and linear divides.

It is about truth.

And creating life where there are nothing but omens of violence, despair, and death…

♛The Sport of Queens♛ Part Three: The Madness of Queens

In this instalment of The Sport of Queens, Joan the Mad unleashes her insanity for the sanest of reasons…

Cleopatra looked at the Mighty Queen Nzinga and shook her head. “You just had to tweak Joan the Mad’s nose again, didn’t you?”

“This force blocking our path is made from the madness of those who have lost their sanity in the waking world. Joan is the only one here who understands that mind’s fragmented language.”

“But what if she breaks and we cannot get her back to us?”

“Then I will jump that wall and join her as my penance. However, I do believe she can converse with that wall and come out of it in one piece.”

“But why is there a wall?” asked Victoria, “To block us?”

“Perhaps,” said Nzinga, “But after I had been drenched in that sporkle, I had wished to find the solution to our dilemma, and then Joan came to me, and she never does. I believe this substance is the essence of stars that compels it to make wishes come true. It is a spore with sparkle.”

“Sporkle,” sighed Mary.

“Joanie!” Queen Maria shouted as her sister in arms began to walk unsteadily toward the Vortex of Living Insanity, “Be careful! It is not worth losing your essence to a wicked beast.”

“It is not a beast,” said Joan she reached the outer layer and went on her hands and knees to examine it, “It is my mind on the outside.”

“It’s a trap! Be careful!” shouted a distressed Grace O’Malley, “Joanie! It’s not your madness! It causes madness to those in the waking world! It is a virus that feeds on the souls of those who become infected.”

“It is my mind. It is my own mind…”

Just as Joan the Mad touched the vortex to caress it lovingly, it nipped her finger.

“Traitor!” she howled with rage, “I gave you love and you gave me hate!”

“Oh no,” said Catherine the Great as she pushed herself to the front, “What has she done? Joanie, come back here before it devours you!”

Queen Joan began to scream as her words suddenly became visible, but unintelligible – each was frozen and shattered into razor-sharp shards that caused the vortex to bleed.

“Joanie!” screamed Cleopatra as she ran toward her, “Come back!”

But Joanie began to laugh, grabbed one of the shards of her broken words, and tore open the vortex as a sea of blood surrounded her before it became a wall separating her from her companions.

Then the wall became a thunderous cloud and shattered, leaving nothing but a laughing vortex in its wake, causing the queens to feel its madness as if it were their own and Queen Victoria grabbed the queens as she pushed them aside to safety until she got them all safely away from the vibrations of madness.

Himiko held her head as she looked around. “I have been in the Otherworldly for many moons, and never I felt something so wrong and overpowering.”

“That’s madness for you,” said a grim Grace O’Malley, “It knows our wavelengths and it tried to take us, too.”

“Nina,” said Vikki to Queen Nzinga, “That madness just devoured Joanie.”

“I had not anticipated that.”

“Because it feasts on insanity, and now it has a queenly version of it. We are now without a queen and with an enemy that can unbalance us at any time.”

“What can we do?” asked Queen Elizabeth the First.

“Wait,” said Mary, “Juana la Loca is a queen regnant.”

“So?” asked Cleopatra.

“Now it knows the ways of a queen regnant, but there is another sort of queen – a queen consort. We replace Joanie with a consort until we figure out how to reverse this nonsense.”

“A different kind of queen, meaning a different set of rules.”

“Any particular queen consort in mind?” asked Catherine.

“There is Queen Draga of Serbia, who was slaughtered. She already knows the ways of being devoured by an army.”

“Her husband was smitten with her against his mother’s wishes, and he exiled his own parent,” said Grace, “The people never liked her, and when rumours circulated that her brother would be made heir to the throne, the army was sent in to kill them both rather gorily, stabbing them to death in their pajamas and then throwing their bodies over a balcony right into a dung heap. She isn’t an Edenite, and I doubt we’d find her in Heaven.”

“I don’t think she’d be in Hell for what it’s worth because it’s not a sin in the Sport of Queens,” replied Maria, “But where would we find her?”

Nina smirked as she raised an eyebrow. “She was murdered.

Himiko gasped. “Of course, one of the Women of Orchid would know. They give orchids to the Fallen and Draga would qualify.”

“Draga would seek them out,” added Vikki pensively, “She’d want everyone to know of the injustice of her waking world fate.”

“Where are the Orchids these days?” asked Lizzie, “I hear the male companion has flown the coop to go back to the waking world to cause a ruckus.”

“There are three of them hanging about, and my best guess is if we post one of us at the Sorting Station, we’ll run into one of them,” said Mary.

Catherine nodded. “Some of us will have to deal with that Vortex. If this sporkle that Nina found has any wish-granting powers, perhaps we can wish for Joanie to come back to us unharmed.”

“Agreed,” said Maria, “But one of us does have to pick up a replacement queen first.”

“I’ll do it,” said Nina, “After all, it was my idea to send Juana la Luna to reconnoiter that mass of insanity in the first place. If I speak to their leader, she will tell me.”

“And if she doesn’t” asked Vikki.

“I am certain I can decollate her even in the Otherworldly and use her head as a reminder that no one defies the command of a Queen.”

“I pray for her sake, that she is the accommodating sort,” said Himiko.

Nina nodded regally and walked toward the Sorting Station as she used her own will to create a mighty sword that looked as sharp and fierce as the queen holding it.

The Mighty Queen Nzinga sighed as she looked regally bored at the groups of recently arrived at the Sorting Station. Some were the sort to immediately get whisked away to Heaven, while others were the sort to wind up in Hell. None would be queens, and their lack of good breeding showed. She waited patiently until a beautiful black woman came to console a group of children who were murdered by their mother and pinned orchids of their shirts. The woman had one blue eye and one brown eye.

That was the leader of the anarchist activists known as the Women of Orchid.

Queen Nzinga sauntered over. “You are the leader I wish to seek.”

Belinda Markey looked up. “Who are you? I can tell that you weren’t murdered.”

“I lived to a ripe old age and died peacefully. I am Queen Nzinga of Ndongo and Matamba and I have come to speak with you.”

“With a sword?”

“It has its own message should my first fall on deaf ears.”

Belinda looked angry. “A threat to my essence? What kind of nonsense is that? I had a murderer kill me because things like that wouldn’t persuade me! Now if you want something, put down the toy and speak your peace, Your Majesty.”

Queen Nzinga looked impressed. “You are a sister in arms. I have heard much about your valour and bravery.”

“They couldn’t put me in Hell or stop me.”

Queen Nzinga made the sword vanish. “I am looking for a Queen consort that may be among your ranks. Queen Draga of Serbia.”

“What about her?”

“There is horrific imbalance in the universe and ten Queens have been dispatched to stop it, though one of our rank has fallen into a sentient vortex of living madness, and now it knows the sport of queens regnant, but not of queens consort…”

“And Draga is a queen consort.”

“She managed to exiled her mother-in-law and nearly got her brother to be heir to the throne when her mother-in-law’s army slaughtered her and her husband.”

“The son who exiled her.”

“Yes, her mindset is cunning enough for the job. We need to speak with her immediately. The fate of existence rests in finding a replacement to Juana la Luna.”

“Juana la Luna?”

“Joan the Mad.”

“She wears an orchid, I can tell you that much. I can relay the message, but it is up to her to decide if she wishes to join you – or if you can trust her.”

“She is not an Edenite. We must do our best given the horrific turn of events. Joanie was our friend and we all loved her despite her sorrowful disposition.”

Belinda looked sympathetic as she nodded. “I will do my best, your majesty. If the Orchids can do anything more…”

“We will let you know.”

Queen Nzinga walked away and vanished to rejoin her fellow Queens as the clock begin to tick louder and the air felt darker and colder around them…

To be continued…

STEM-education doesn't have the same problems as the why isn't j-schools moving over to STEM?

My alma mater McMaster University does not get back to me when I give them proposals to transform journalism education, but they are hiring for the following bird course:

Date of Posting: 15 Nov. 2018 to 29 Nov. 2018 (inclusive)
Department Contact: Shelley Anderson, Program Administrator
Arts & Science Program, LRW-3038
Course Name/Number: ARTSSCI 3IE1/ Interdisciplinary Experiences:
A Celebration of Winter as Place
Term: January 2019 to April 2019
Number of Section(s) Available: 2 sections (C09 & C10)
Number of Units per Section: 1 unit
Location (on/off campus): Central Campus
Projected Enrollment: 30
Projected TA Support: N/A
Start time and Duration: To be scheduled, Winter term
Wage Rate*: $2,469 (1/3 of $7,407/3 unit course) as per Schedule
A of the CUPE, Local 3906, Unit 2 Collective

Course Description
Winter is the misunderstood season. This module will explore winter as a fundamental expression of Canadian identity through the lenses of history, geography, and literature. While travelling by snowshoes and skis, and of course sitting around the fire, we will examine key stories and characters in our Canadian understanding of winter, including Franklin, wendigos, Sam Magee, and Grey Owl. This exploration will also include the “idea of North” and the Norwegian friluftsliv approach to winter outdoor life. The central goal is to embrace the winter season as a “place” in our personal psyche and Canadian consciousness.

A long, rambling sentence, kids.

A celebration of winter as place?

Really, Mac?

What kind of job can students get trying to positively spin the deadliest season that is heartless to the sick and homeless?

You cannot be serious about this opening.

Though I understand that one of your Commerce professors was doing his job so badly, students filed a petition and he was removed.

Where is that innovation Mac was once renowned for?

Is it hiding under your bed and you have mistaken it for a monster to fear?

Come, come, you are home to the Marauders, live up to the ferocious name, please.

You used to be very innovative. Once upon a time you were trail-blazers.

And now you are giving away degrees by offering garbage like that.

I do not want to knock my psychology degree, but if you don’t listen to empirical reason, that’s what’s going to happen.

But it isn’t just McMaster that does very foolish things when it comes to the Humanities, that has become the sewer of academia.

STEM-disciplines may have their numerous faults, but it is about having reality-based goals that confront problems, not avoid them.

Journalism education was more Humanities, than Social Science or Sciences, and it is the reason it imploded.

I feel like the lone sane person who is trying to bring change to the way universities deal with how they teach young minds who lack the experience or the savvy to know how their thinking is being restricted and not expanded.

Yes, it is a shameful waste of resources of both the taxpayers, donors, and students, but the waste will blithely continue until enough people put their foot down and demand that Humanities begin to show STEM-like discipline and revolutionize their archaic and frivolous ways...

Toxic is the word of the year? You don't say!

Oxford Dictionary has decreed that the word of 2018 is toxic.

You don’t say!

The National Post has always been the Establishment’s best friend. They are sycophants to the Man, and do all that they can to scorn and deride anyone who dares question an authority figure.

Of course, that is propaganda, and the Post is nothing more than propaganda.

Christie Blatchford has made a living being a managandist, and she does her best to push around a university student who did not like a speech from a police officer and lodged a complaint against him to the Edmonton Police Service and demanded he be suspended.

In the column, Blatchford appeals to authority, and decrees that if other students didn’t mind, then the student was wrong, but then repeatedly makes fun of the young woman’s surname, as if that was a legitimate reason to put her down.

If you have to stoop to making fun of someone’s name, then you have no argument. That is bullying, and when you are picking on someone who has less clout than you and you are belittling them for complaining against an authority figure, you are indulging in cowardice.

People will complain and if something bothers them, they should. It doesn’t mean they will get results or be seen as correct by others, but that’s called feedback.

And if you have a problem, you should still speak up because there are times when you are right.

When you are young, you have to learn to complain and you should speak up and learn from trial and error. You will not be right every time. You will not get results every time, but you do not become discouraged just become some timid troll misuses a media outlet to try to break you into silence because they are slaves to the minion mindset.

And memo to Blatchford: a veteran police officer doesn’t a mommy hack to defend him, unless, of course, you think he is not competent enough to do so himself.

But 2018 has been a very toxic year.

In the US, voters didn’t get an actual platform from either the Democrats or Republicans, but cheered that they keep voting in the same patterns, thinking they have made progress. If voters weren’t drowning in toxic propaganda, they would have demanded both parties give them a reason to vote for them, and should have lodged complaints that they have two political parties that are allegedly different, but believe they are entitled to rule just because they are special.


And CNN and Jim Accosta are prematurely celebrating because a judge ruled being a spoiled brat is glorious and that immaturity and a lack of producing factual reports is no reason to revoke press credentials.

I wouldn’t spin the ruling as a victory for CNN. Trump has lost in court before, but consistently gets the last laugh, and his own way in a more unpredictable second round. Doug Ford lost in court when he slashed the number of seats on Toronto City Council, but he pulled out the notwithstanding clause, and the election went ahead with a leaner council.

And speaking of Ford, the Toronto Star has childish toxicity, decreeing in an editorial that, golly, life isn’t fair:

Ontarians did not sign up for deep cuts in services

So what? People don’t sign up for getting cancer, either. Reality doesn’t heed to what you will and will not “sign up” for, and Ontarians have been very stupid by allowing the previous regime to amass such a colossal debt that the next entity that owes more is an actual country.

But Ontario signed up for trouble because they thought they were getting something for nothing. Teachers threw fits because they wanted more than what the province actually had to give.

So yes, Toronto Star, Ontarians did sign up for it. They allowed themselves to be self-entitled and nannied for years, and then abandoned the party who enabled that to happen. Voters got greedy, and voted for the NDP, and the house of cards collapsed.

It is called consequences.

And voters in Ontario do have to take some responsibility and stop throwing temper tantrums in order to grow up and get the house in order.

A premier is not a concierge who is in charge of making you happy. The job is to guide and make complex and complicated decisions based on the bottom line and the resources at hand. Sometimes inequality is the most pressing matter and that is what needs top priority. Sometimes youth cannot find work because they have been inadequately prepared by those teachers who want even more for doing less, and that needs to be straightened out.

And sometimes the place is broke and needs to work on paying down their debt.

But a toxic editorial wants to incite people so that there is an identifiable people can blame for the woes of their own making.

An honest one looks at the books and reports on the numbers and sources of income.

But the toxicity has made people complacent: they have no facts to guide them.

Just toxic propaganda.

Facts are the cure for toxicity, but they are in scarce supply these days, and the stupidity and barbarism runs rampant unchecked…

The Cult of the Enterprising Chicken Littles: It's the end of the world...unless you do what we tell you.

The Guardian has been brazen in begging for money, and it shouldn’t be surprising that to force people to use their product, they are now stooping to doomsday propaganda to give an impression that the world cannot survive with the Guardian.

Take a look at this column for instance:

The Earth is in a death spiral. It will take radical action to save us

And let me guess: we have to do what a wealthy Leftist cabal decrees is right.

Big Brother, you are relentless in trying to scare us into compliance.

And this is brazen.

We know how the “iGen” cohort are fragile and dependent on their godphones, and we have shameless news outlets trying to frighten them into being dependent on them and the masters they serve.

Humans cannot help their manipulative little selves: if it isn’t gods and devils who are going to destroy the Earth, it is foreigners, and if it is’t foreigners, it’s Mother Nature.

Just stop.

Stop trying to manipulate people with fear-mongering. No wonder this generation have become timid, dysfunctional, and defeated. They think there is no tomorrow.

And journalists should remember if there is a generation who think there is no tomorrow, they are not going to buy your product because there is no point.

And stop being exploiters, Guardian. Your stealth paranoia isn’t going to save your tomorrow, either…

The Sucker Circus: The Good Samaritan Hoax is exposed.

The middle class love their feel-good stories.


And journalists love spewing them because they are cheap and fact-free yarns that are easy to do and no questions asked.

Mark D'Amico, Kate McClure and Johnny Bobbitt were spinning a yarn: McClure ran out of gas, homeless Bobbitt gave her twenty dollars for gas, and she and her boyfriend D’Amico set up a GoFundMe page and netted over $400000.

And then the truth came out that the story was a scam.

And a very different picture emerged.


No one bothered to verify any of it, and when you are dealing with a crowdsourcing story, it is extremely important to verify.

It is a sucker circus out there, and the carnivalesque antics I have covered in 2005 in my first book.

This yarn had all of the markings of a typical grifter’s scam.

But journalists are not trained in spotting those feints and ruses.

And I have been fighting for the last two decades to change that.

But it won’t.

And you are left on your own if you want to donate money to shady people who know how to manipulate reporters…