DURST: Seeing Ain't Believin'

Everybody has their panties all atwitter because CBS digitally altered the background of a couple of newscasts to replace a competing background logo with theirs. Much hand wringing ensued. "What about our sacred journalistic integrity?" Yeah. What about it? Methinks you're worried about the security of the barn door lock after the horses and cows hijacked the pigs and hocked them for passage on a tramp steamer bound for Brazil. What about when every reporter in the Persian Gulf rolled over like a troupe of trained Pomeranians with pretty pink bows in their hair during the war?During that glorious time you could have lit up every television in North America by attaching a generator to harness the spinning that went on in Edward R. Murrow's grave. Who, by the way, did a number of ads for tobacco companies and then smoked himself to death onscreen. Aah, but those were simpler black and white times when corporations were drinking buddies and not the bosses. "But this is different. That was government censorship during time of war." War, my ass. That was a munitions training exercise with live targets. "But this is not neglect, this is premeditated. How can we ever believe what we see anymore." The answer is: You can't. As a matter of fact, you never could. And don't ever forget it.Will Durst is so paranoid, he doesn't trust himself.