Please Oh LA Times Get A San Diego Section—Please!

by Doug Kim Monday, Jun. 04, 2012 at 1:03 PM

The U-T has never been, over the time I have lived in southern California, a terribly great paper—despite all the awards the news industry gives onto itself. Yet it is really the opinion pages at the U-T that suck (even with less news and staff). OK, given that the front page is now celebrity central as Hollywood Variety Magazine—that is a tabloid sensation for a cult of personality is questionable too.

Please Oh LA Times Get A San Diego Section—Please!

I can’t take the U-T anymore. And yet I have always bought the local paper. That has always been my style no matter where I lived.

The U-T has never been, over the time I have lived in southern California, a terribly great paper—despite all the awards the news industry gives onto itself.

Although, on occasion, there is some, good and important work done such as the recent series on excessive Emergency Care dollars going to hospitalize a minority of homeless people. Equally the recent Military section added seems valuable to a part of the county often ignored—military families (and despite the blatant jingoistic patriotism of a new Manchester style).

Even still as one not a big fan of the mainstream media in general, and especially the conservative smugness of San Diego County in particular, a large percentage of people that doesn’t really demand all that much in the line of alternative thought or any kind of real thought, I never had a great liking for the Copley program.

Then came the financial hustler Gores who, with his new partners pretended to make a unique paper for the community created a mock up to what Rupert Murdock had going as his style and attitude of selling like prostitutes whatever people were willing to read. They quickly went a bit bonkers on changing the serious “ugly” international news to more “hometown” news as if San Diego was one tight community. Less depressing serious news and more sensational stuff—like the shocking death of a golden blond sunflower girl jogger in white suburb by a sex offender—to congeal local sympathy and create prejudice against any and all male who radiated the least bit suspicion of sexual interest—that is that didn’t fit the tight U.S. Puritanical norms of political correctness and endless focus on victims and massive imprisonment.

More over such “We Community As Victim” (which had some good investigative research) gave way to the perversity of lock up every sexual offender for life and throw away the key—because any “sexual” offense was far more intolerable than any other kind of offense. The sexual offender would become the “terrorist” threat to a state on the brink of financial meltdown—in which one could not let prisoners back on the street. Fear-mongering galore, just like all the TV shows that focus on criminality, psychological profiling, etc., became the focus of the new journalism demanding community action. Soon we had Frankenstein posses out to surveillance every type of male criminal offender and the shaming of all who helped find them housing. (But of course prostitutes may technically be sex offenders to some people but there is no serious fear-mongering for their type of deviation—after all since they women we should think them victims.)

Yet it is really the opinion pages at the U-T that suck (even with less news and staff). OK, given that the front page is now celebrity central as Hollywood Variety Magazine—that is a tabloid sensation for a cult of personality is questionable too.

The suicide of a famous football star got more than just a little attention—it was desperate attempt to appease and attract sports fans as customers. But what about all the other suicides in the community—like military personal and homeless people? Guess they are not celebrity status people and therefore don’t really matter to a bread and circus society. Not part of the cult of the rich and famous personality—just wannabes.

It was reported that San Diego did “not” win frontrunner status as most desired city to live in the U.S.! But why is not one criteria of a desired city the quality of the main newspaper—because if this criterion were included in the ranking San Diego would be more dismal?

Do you think the “syndicated” column line up appeals to many real intellectual yuppies moving here to work—such as to intellectual research jobs? Not likely—no wonder the big push to try to attract the military family crowd. With a line up line Roger Dredgecockamanie, UpChuck Craphammer, arrogant George Will-Sell-His-Soul, and supposedly more balanced hacks like Ignatius-my-butt-please, etc., is it not about as poor an excuse for intelligence building as one might hope not. But then what can you expect in a city with so many expensive boats floating in the bay?

Paper is expensive to the environment—especially when it has less and less to offer as worthy against all the competition on the Internet. I never even care to scan anything by Hedgecock—save recently his spiel on enlightening readers that humanity is part of the natural world too—wow! But hey this guy undoubtedly knows whether or not there is any global warming, He can sight normal nature signals that have existed for millions of years—can’t fool that good old boy and his “common” sense. After all “no one” knows with absolute certainty the matter—even scientists—but then Hedgecock is merely one of the media know-it-alls. One would think given what the mainstream media offers that abortion would be a blessing in disguise—and that men who be demanding the male gender get more abortions and not have to be condemned to such human stupidity.

But hey they got George Will telling us corporations are merely “collective” persons who deserve equal right to free speech in reference to Citizens United. One must wonder how such a proponent for collectivism came to be so narrowly stupid.

Yes there are a lot of people who care about American Idol and perhaps be a front-page burner. Because the real corruption is there is so much corruption—as the powers-that-be will likely steal another election.

C’est la vie.

Beam me up Scotty.