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6
Apr

~Button on my Phone~

Button on my phone,
standing all alone,
Back against the wall,
staring down the hall.

Stalker there unseen,
lost like a dream,
dreamer in my home,
In the button
on my phone.

Button on my phone,
dead and alone,
Head up the wall,
lost and gone,
sent on by,
by the
Button on my phone.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~ I think this speaks to the insistence of social media in our lives and the trial by media you so often see. And the choice to click or not to click. ~DMG

1
Nov

~Dear Media,~ (part 2 of the story) P.S. Readers

Someone commented to me in another forum, “The viewer has all the power in the world to decide what they can and cannot see.”

Well that is certainly true, but just because we may choose to turn away from disturbing media in all its vulgar forms, doesn’t mean it stops broadcasting.

Just because you don’t choose to imbibe the kool-aid doesn’t mean it still doesn’t get stirred. Sticking your head in the ground doesn’t stop media storms from blowing up your ass or change the fact that a tree still makes noise when it falls in the forest, even if you’re not there to hear it. The media goes on, like a bad dream, and it doesn’t matter if you think you’re awake or not.

P.P.S.
Nightmares are a reporter’s food for thought. So yeah, you can decide whether to pay attention to the regurgitated madness we call journalism or you can ignore it. One thing is for sure though. Just because some people have rainbows over their heads doesn’t mean they’re not subject to the effects of the media on others. If y’all that naive, slide down that rainbow and tell me you didn’t land in a pot of shit instead of a pot of gold.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Some Love,
©Jazzi Ryan Ranes

* Read Dear Media, here for the original letter.

31
Oct

~Dear Media,~

Dear Media,

I don’t find it a bad thing if you want to express yourself and create. But you don’t create, you just repeat and regurgitate yourself. It does not respect or inform to keep digging up bodies after they have been buried.

And could you please stop telling our enemies everything we know. They are sitting there going, “Oh, that’s where we fucked up. We won’t do that again…”. Must everything that happens be roadkill to your vulture?

There is so much more I could say that is better left unsaid. But at least, fer gods sake, tell the story right. We are all tired of your half-truths, hype and outright lies. People can, you know, handle the Truth. Or has your truth slipped so far to the back of the bus its ready to fall out?

If you read this letter and find yourself enraged, understand that I find that funny. You have enraged the public for so long, you are laughable. Don’t like me now? Can’t target me anymore? Does that hurt your slimy feelings? I find that funny too.

No Love,

©Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Dear Media,~ (part 2 of the story) P.S. Readers

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