The screen frames the faces of maddening chatter. Full of opinion heroin. Commentary vultures picking the minds clean of reason. Filling the air with word junk and fear driving the rational into the paranoia. Paid by media money. Prime time. Power. This time. What you see and hear has no root in the discourse of reality. Those wanting in on it are strapped with a political dowry to marry the pundits of power chaos. Their secret order to align and begat progeny to meet the demands of party loyalty. Leaving cursed generations that are disposable and enslaved to debt that was demanded as the collateral to play the game.