Yeah, that’s the way ya do it: substitute NBC for MTV.
The little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeh buddy, that’s his own hair—
The little faggot got his own jet airplane
The little faggot he’s a millionaire
You may recall the lyrics above were sung in the original 1985 release from Dire Straits, but you wont hear them very often these days. At least in restaurants, and in Canada. Seems the folks at the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council who recently banned the song, received a complaint that the song’s use of the word “faggot” was offensive to gay men, as well as racist for the line, “bangin’ on the bongos like a chimpanzee,” and of course sexist, for saying “chicks for free.” (The slur against yoyos, however, went unnoticed.) It simply doesn’t matter to anyone with a two digit eye-cue that the song is not written in the first person. So. Thank God someone in the great white north is looking out for us. But then, we have our own flea-infested watchdogs.
After nearly two years of “review,” the FCC announced a 4 to 1 vote for approval of the merger of cable monster, Comcast, with teevee conglom and film mutant, NBC. The lone dissenter was senior Democratic commissioner, Michael J. Copps, who said he thought the deal “confers too much power in one company’s hands.”
“The Comcast-NBCU joint venture opens the door to the cable-ization of the open Internet. The potential for walled gardens, toll booths, content prioritization, access fees to reach end users, and a stake in the heart of independent content production is now very real.
As for the future of America’s news and journalism, I see nothing in this deal to address the fundamental damage that has been inflicted by years of outrageous consolidation and newsroom cuts. Investigative journalism is not even a shell of its former self. All of this means it’s more difficult for citizens to hold the powerful accountable.”
And Josh Silver lays this right on Obama‘s front portico like a flaming bag ‘o shit:
President Obama is being squeezed by a corrupt Washington that is run by industry lobbyists, fake grassroots groups, massive political spending and PR machines that make the most basic public interest protections impossible to advance. But rather than tell that story, dig in, and fight like a true leader would, Obama has chosen to hire corporate-friendly advisors, compromise on the most crucial substance, and attempt to eke out weak, symbolic, half-victories gift-wrapped in flowery oratory and spin. It’s a losing strategy that has become brutally transparent.
Senator Al Franken, no stranger to the battleground of television’s titans, fought a losing battle against the merger:
“The Commission is supposed to protect the public interest, not corporate interests,” Franken said. “But what we see today is an effort by the FCC to appease the very companies it’s charged with regulating. With approval of this merger, the FCC has given a single media conglomerate unprecedented control over the flow of information in America.”
One step forward; two or three steps back.
Censorship of art, like censorship of information, has been alive and well in the world since the first cave art at Lascaux; you just know there was some knuckle-dragger who was offended by the “unnatural” depiction of the bison. But. You may be surprised to learn that way before the CBSC banned Money For Nothing from the frigid Canuckian airwaves, Mark Knopfler was already singing a different tune. As far back as 1985, (the year the song was released) Knopfler had substituted the word “queenie” for faggot in concert:
Artists, and rarely the occasional intelligent politician, change their minds as ethics and morality evolve and change. It happens.
But there’s an enormous difference between an artist’s freewill choice to produce art the way he likes, and a government’s choice to police it’s channels of public communication the way it likes— and allow them to tailor what— and how— information is meted out to its citizenry. Not to mention government allowing all media to increasingly become concentrated into the hands of the designing minds of a few conglomerate con-men.
Hold onto your butts. This is going to get ugly.