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Bloomberg’s Fake Magic

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Same way as CNBC’s corporate policy requiring rudeness eventually turned me off, now Bloomberg’s done them one better. Already the Magic Jack commercials had been unbearably obnoxious. But this morning they hit the level of inhumane insanity: two Magic Jack commercials per commercial break!

At first I joked about it, thinking they’d blundered in their programming. After four successive commercial breaks with the same waterboarding technique, it became sadly clear how low Bloomberg’s standards had dug below the cesspoll they’d already been swimming in.

Any TV station – but particularly a station broadcasting what purports to be informational, educational programming – must accept responsibility for all of its content, including whether or not the commercials alienate its viewers. Either Bloomberg doesn’t give a damn, or else it’s worse: this Magic Jack blitz is not really all that different from the quality of any of the rest of Bloomberg’s content.

So let’s lighten up our TV news favorites listing and send Bloomberg off to join Fox, wandering out there talking to themselves. There are better places one can go to get financial news without putting up with such junk. Bloomburg’s no longer on my TV because it no longer cares about what matters.

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Written by macheide

18 June 2009 at 7:34 am

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on borrowed dreaming

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into a locker room bathroom in th back corner of th tlr house, having difficulty aiming trying to use th bathroom, shutting th door after wayne passed on his way to th usual bathroom

[at this point, within th dream and without leaving sleep, i decided that everything that preceded – which i could still recall fully at that point – was not my dream, but had rather been given to me by mistake: none of it – even tlr, even wayne – was connecting up with anything me. so like one might turn in one book at a library and check out another, without even putting th dream on pause, i closed out that dream and called up another]

hours of walking far distances outdoors. vividly sensing that what i was walking on was not th grass i was meant to walk on, but rather just a very large stiff piece of discarded cardboard on which someone had scribbled a very poor drawing of what was supposed to be grass

chipping a fingernail, picking at it without getting it even, filing it down until th cut in th nail became more evident against th smooth filed edge, picking at that cut until i’d opened up a huge gap in th nail, clipping down either side around that and trying to file it smooth again, on and on without ever getting it to look or feel right

vertigo in an elevator not well connected up to th high floor i needed to reach

[all of which felt detached from me as though th scene – not me, but the scene itself – were heavily medicated. waking somewhat irritated over feeling i’d wasted a night of dreaming, first on large segments that still did not feel as though they had been my own dreaming, then on dreaming that felt as if it had been only marginally coherent]

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Written by macheide

18 June 2009 at 4:04 am

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