"A Boy and His Dog"

“Your room still looks like shit!” he screamed. (The rage burning in his eyes like bonfires in summertime always made my youthful blood run colder than constant winter.) “I thought I told you to clean it, boy?!” he spat. His bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils indicated he'd already had his liquid breakfast (as he humorously termed it). “I'm...I'm sorry, Uncle Dick,” I responded meekly. “I did my best. I was at it for hours.” Chad always trashes my room when he's here and never helps clean up the mess! My voice had a whiny, panicked tone that sounded weak and pathetic to my own ears and filled me with an even greater amount of shame than what I often felt each time I displeased the hard and hate-filled man who was (in many ways) like a second father to me. “Oh, don't give me that shit, Chad's ass! You were up there with him the whole time, and it's your responsibility to keep shit locked down, you hear? It's up to you. Ain't nobody else gonna hold your hand, wipe your ass, or be your fuckin' maid, kid. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whispered softly, defeated. (His odd ability to blend fundamental truths and insights with his own bizarre and illogical self-logic never failed to keep me confused and questioning my own perceptions of reality and truth.) “Yes, what?” he asked/rasped expectantly. “Yes, sir!” I yelled as loudly as I could, the shame further intensified by my fool's compliance with this madman's expectations. “This is the third time,” he whispered, voice deceptively soft. “I'm sorry,” I tried again more earnestly this time. “Sorry's ass!” he barked, cuffing me upside the head hard enough that I saw bright starbursts of pain flicker briefly behind my tear-filled eyes. Then, as he drew back his hand for a better swing, Shadow (my black dog I'd found abandoned a few months back and made a pet) came out of nowhere and sank her teeth into his arm. Because of his drunken state, it had little real effect on him, but already I could see blood oozing out of his arm where Shadow was still latched onto him, growling savagely and jerking her head back and forth in swift, jerking motions. “Fuckin' mutt!!” he screamed in a high-pitched, near-squeal, slinging Shadow across the yard and into the big oak tree. (The sound her body made crashing into that tree is a sound that replays in my head even to this day.) I could tell immediately that her back was broken by the way she writhed painfully, whimpering, trying to get up but unable to make her legs work enough to stand. Her deep, intelligent brown eyes peered into mine, seeming to say, “Are you okay?” Even in her painful state, she was my protector, my best friend, and constant companion, who cared for me and showed me love when few others ever did (either because they had none left in them to give or simply didn't know how). The guilt I felt was immediate, clenching my guts tight and filling me with such self-hatred that I could have died in that moment and found my only joy in death. “I told Sandi that bitch was dangerous. She's snapped at me before, twice now!” my Uncle said. The self-indignation in his voice added a new layer to my hatred. He was a monster, I thought then (and still believe to this day), far worse than any I had read about in the fairytale books I often read when chores were done. And the worst kind of monster...because he was human and real. After spacing out, lost in my own reverie for a moment, his voice broke through the mental barriers my mind had momentarily put in place to process the events that had just transpired. “She's your responsibility,” he said, reaching his arm out to me. In my semi-conscious dream state, I hadn't even noticed he'd unholstered the .45 Colt Revolver that he always carried on him. He was holding it out now, patiently, expectantly, waiting for me to take it. As if by my own accord, I saw my hand reaching out and taking the gun. And in my head, I imagined several horrible, unthinkable scenarios playing out (most of which involved shooting him in the head and then turning the gun on myself). But at that timeless moment in time, at that moment, I simply took the gun and walked with him over to where Shadow was laying, squirming painfully on the ground.

“Maybe I could keep her chained up from now on?” I begged/pleaded, my voice so thick with tears I was surprised he understood me enough to answer: “She ain't comin' back from that one, Buddha-Boy.” (My family called me Buddha-Boy back then because I was a bit over 200 lbs. and had the build of those popular fat versions of Buddha that you always saw everywhere in novelty shops.) “And she's dangerous.” He continued. “Needs put down. For her sake and others.” “Once a dog gets a taste of blood, they're ruined, boy. Can't ever trust 'em again, y'hear?” “I CAN'T,” I screamed. My voice taking on a strength and loudness I had never known or expressed before. “She's YOUR fuckin' responsibility. YOU BROUGHT THE GODDAMN THING HERE!!” He screamed. His slurred, drunken voice filling with a rage I'd long since come to know and dread. (And sadly, for a long time after, reflect.) “Now, you take care of your business RIGHT GODDAMN NOW, or I'll stomp the bitch to bits right here in front of you, you goddamn pussy little FUCK!!” I knew it was hopeless then. No chance for compromise. No magical fairies or strong heroes like the ones from my stories would come, wave their wands, and restore my friend to health or bravely defeat the monster towering over me now. Without another word, I walked over to Shadow, my best friend and constant companion, aimed the gun at her head (avoiding eye contact as best I could), looked away, and pulled the trigger. The roar was deafening, and the gun bucked in my hand enough that I felt a slight pain in my wrist. Looking down at Shadow's still, dead frame did something to me. Something in me faded. That light of hope Pastor Bacon always talked about in church. My blood ran cold, tears dried up. Everything went numb. Numb to the point I didn't feel anything good, bad, or painful. And in that horrible moment, I was extremely grateful for that cold numbness. 

(Because I had just killed my best friend.)

J.Stephen.H.

Methods of Propaganda and the effects of corporate ownership on mainstream society.

By J.Stephen.H. (3rd version.)

 

Introduction

Propaganda has been a tool for shaping public opinion and influencing societal norms throughout history. In modern times, with the advent of mass media and the integration of digital platforms, propaganda methods have evolved significantly, becoming more sophisticated and pervasive. Coupled with this are concerns about corporate ownership of mainstream media, which has led to a consolidation of power and influence that potentially undermines democratic processes and negatively affects society. This essay explores the various methods of propaganda, the implications of corporate media ownership, and their combined impact on society.

**Methods of Propaganda**

Propaganda is defined as information, especially of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote a political cause or point of view. Common methods of propaganda include:

1. **Bandwagon:** This method encourages people to think or act in a certain way because "everyone else is doing it." The idea is to create an impression of widespread support and acceptance.

2. **Card Stacking:** This involves presenting only the positives or negatives of an idea, proposal, or product, thereby skewing perception to favor one side excessively. It is essentially selective omission.

3. **Glittering Generalities:** This tactic uses vague, emotionally appealing phrases that are closely associated with highly valued concepts and beliefs. It sways audiences without presenting concrete evidence.

4. **Name-Calling:** This technique involves labeling opponents with derogatory terms to create a negative perception, often bypassing rational critique.

5. **Plain Folks:** By portraying leaders, policies, or products as being "just like you," this method attempts to build trust and relatability, suggesting that the intentions are noble and common-sensical.

6. **Testimonials:** In this approach, endorsements from celebrities or authority figures are used to persuade audiences. The seemingly respected opinion induces acceptance.

7. **Transfer:** It involves projecting positive or negative qualities of a person, entity, or value to another in order to make it more acceptable or discredited.

**Corporate Ownership of Mainstream Media**

The ownership and control of mainstream media by a small number of powerful conglomerates have profound implications for how information is disseminated and consumed. The concentration of media ownership has several negative effects:

1. **Homogenization of Content:** With fewer entities controlling media outlets, there is a risk of a reduced diversity of viewpoints and narratives. This leads to a homogenized media landscape where alternative perspectives are marginalized.

2. **Commercial Bias:** Media outlets owned by corporations may prioritize content that serves their business interests. This can result in the underreporting of issues that conflict with corporate agendas or the overemphasis of those that do.

3. **Political Influence:** Corporate owners may exert influence over editorial decisions, shaping news coverage and political discourse to favor specific policy outcomes or political candidates.

4. **Decline in Investigative Journalism:** The profit-driven nature of corporate media can lead to the prioritization of sensationalism and infotainment over in-depth investigative journalism, which is resource-intensive and less immediately profitable.

**Negative Effects on Society**

The combination of sophisticated propaganda techniques and corporate control over media narratives presents challenges for democratic societies:

1. **Erosion of Public Trust:** As media conglomerates prioritize profit and their own narratives, public trust in media institutions diminishes. This skepticism can lead to increased susceptibility to misinformation and fake news.

2. **Polarization:** Propaganda techniques can deepen societal divisions by reinforcing existing biases and promoting "us vs. them" mentalities. Corporate media may amplify these divides for higher engagement and revenue.

3. **Informed Citizenship:** A well-informed citizenry is crucial for the healthy functioning of democracy. When media is driven by propaganda and corporate interests, the information landscape becomes skewed, making it difficult for citizens to make informed decisions.

4. **Consumer Culture:** The concentration of media ownership can also promote consumerism. By controlling advertising channels and content, corporations shape societal values to prioritize materialism over community and civic engagement.

5. **Suppression of Dissent:** When media outputs are controlled by a few, dissenting voices are often muted or ignored. This limits the public discourse and stifles the diversity of thought necessary for societal progress.

**Conclusion**

The interplay between propaganda and corporate ownership of mainstream media presents significant challenges for contemporary society. While propaganda methods have become more sophisticated with technological advancements, the consolidation of media ownership underscores a more profound issue: the potential undermining of democratic values and the healthy functioning of society. Addressing these issues requires critical media literacy among the public, regulatory reforms to ensure diverse and independent media landscapes, and a commitment to preserving the integrity of journalism. As citizens, understanding and confronting these dynamics is essential to fostering a more informed and equitable society.

J.StePheN.h