164813 | 5 May 2025 | 13:55

People from television - the paradise - seem to be finally convinced that nothing depends on them. Their memory has long thrown away the memory of some cases when even just one single word has blinked like a flag

The way of life, which is most often presented by television journalists and presenters, should cause them considerable suffering - even though television has always preferred people whose hearts are made of stone.

And yet, how can one not feel sorry for them: the other day they were forced to announce that the income of the population in our country is surpassing the expenses, can you imagine - three times hooray! But yesterday they had to report that the minimum wage in our country continues to be the lowest in the EU. And today they have to somehow justify that a significant portion of the working population - again in our country - barely makes ends meet. The fabrication about the income levels sounds like foul language - yet it is granted access to the "free" airtime, and the television stations are content with their parrot-like role.

And their conscience is clear - if there is anything left of this perpetually deficient product for the media: they will tell you that they are simply quoting some idiotic outburst of the Authority, nothing more. This is how television turns into some kind of semblance, but this does not concern them at all.

After all, Life, in many cases, is something that has nothing to do with what journalists present, while trying to be as convincing as possible. This should be a great challenge for them, at least until they get used to the daily sacrifices of the Truth - but there is no recognition of how this schizophrenic state affects them.

We have yet to see a book like "The Truth is: I Lie" by American Ryan Holiday, who humbly refers to himself as a "media manipulator" - despite being widely recognized as the author of brilliant strategies that abuse online media giants. He presents his work in the most candid way: "My job is to lie to the mass media, so that they can lie to you." And Robert Greene, the author of the well-known bestseller "The 48 Laws of Power," defines Holiday's book as a "guide to the dark arts of media manipulation."

Of course, any comparisons between Holiday and the local small-timers will be completely inappropriate: he is a brilliant coach, while they are merely victims of their involvement in a heavily manipulated activity. But even as such, they could offer us some insight and perhaps even confirm some suspicions that have always plagued the curiosity of the audience. However, so far no one has dared to do so, at least I cannot think of any confession that has brought us closer to the Truth.

Television stations have long become brokers of the Distorted Truth, but they accept this role with calmness. They have turned around, and perhaps even believe that it is a great honor to manage the Lie. And the wildest lie, which humiliates the audience, does not in any way affect their self-esteem.

For them, Life is something dead, defenseless and they are not afraid to toy with it as they see fit. And in the end, it must pass through the sieve of a properly efficient control - and as if that's not enough, the Great Self-Control of the "talking heads" is always available.

The people from the TV - paradise - seem to be convinced once and for all that nothing depends on them. Their memory has long ago discarded any recollection of the times when even a single word had the power of a flag. Under this slaughterous oversight, it will not be easy today, but it is not impossible for that one little word-flag to pass through. And she will be remembered and will get the job done - even when the television stations have turned into a playground, where an unimaginable babble of politicians is practicing in producing profanity and nonsense, in incessant, selfish "idiotness", if I may use this famous phrase by Prof. Ivan Slavov.

And there's no need to go to extremes - someone to threaten to blow their brains out on air, as in that famous movie "Network" by Sidney Lumet - it is enough just to clearly and distinctly say four meaningless and pointless words: "These are complete nonsense". What a perfect combination it turns out - "Earnings surpass expenses. These are complete nonsense".

In this case, "foolishness" is the leading word - because we have, not just yesterday, turned into the Paradise of Follies: we do everything in the most foolish way, and we ruin everything in a foolish manner. It's as if for everything we rely on the most completed fools. We won't notice/don't want to notice the intelligent person and intelligence - even if they pluck our eyes out. They annoy us - unlike foolishness, which calms us down, sometimes even delights us, we are comfortable with it. Will someone tell us, why did we reconcile with this idiocy? Why did we recklessly part with intelligence? And have we not already believed that our survival depends mostly on our complete foolishness?

A writer once said, "one day the Earth will remain the domain of insects, mold, and parasites, and not of humans. Survival is the most important, and they are geniuses of adaptation. "The human race is fragile, pitiful, and temporary phenomenon..."

Despite our tolerance for foolishness, we can calmly write on our flag the words "These are complete nonsense" and go conquer yet another foolishness, attaching ourselves to it, etc. - we know our lesson. We also know the Italian proverb that seems to have been written just for us: "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

But at least we are not bored. Some time ago, an insurance company released a truly stunning advertisement that read: "In Bulgaria, there are no boring roads" - elegantly summing up our whole hooliganism, from which we will suffer for many more years: the broken roads, which are evidence of the thieving genius of our rulers, and the animal aggression of the little man who sees himself as something different when he unleashes his inner beast and so on. That's how we drive: other communities get tired of Stupidity - but we get tired of Intelligence, because we always have to be different.

We could have drawn our difference from the Past, but we foolishly gave up on it - and now we have no choice but to resemble everything else, except ourselves.

Jirinovski, the Jew, wiggled his way out when asked about his origin: "My mother is Russian, and my father is a lawyer". And Abramovich once told "Mond": "Do you know the difference between a rat and a hamster? There is no difference, it's just a matter of presentation."

A matter of presentation! Do we even realize how many similarities we present instead of their prototypes? How shameful, to let others think of us however they want - if one day we get to that point, we'll have to ask ourselves for proof of who we are...