Journalist: Chair/Why

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait media 'matrix' intrigue marking special contours of challenge and even conviction for 'linked' Earthling indiscretion for field goals.

A journalism fiction. Thanks for reading! It's loosely inspired by the excellent/brilliant American 'jog' film The People vs. Larry Flynt (Milos Forman).

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Facebook) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/comment/interpretation).

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My name's Yang, and I was on a very-special world journals circuit about exposures concerning a valued media age reading of a peculiar man of orthodox religious 'view' for an otherwise surfaced/modern grid of rather incomplete-arts for language-shares of quite liberally-blown lifestyle access magazine culture consciousness for the Ego (wow).

This peculiar man, a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic convert immigrant/citizen (name: private), was blogging about his worry view about the socialized access to widespread images of lifestyle-liberal 'feels' of a fitness oriented 'intelligence' of Earthling liberties of sex and consumption and politics/pluralism folklore and imagery for the Ego. That the man was attacked online by a proponent of this new age of media 'linked' social liberalness for liberties of life and philosophy should come as no shock to me/you (Facebook-like!).

MAN: I only can make craft for simplified objectivity for frailties of reveal.

CHALLENGER (Liberal): Man, you need to find some social outlet for stories!

MAN: I only can find some vent for this journalist who seeks inquiry of my IQ.

CHALLENGER (Liberal): I heard you blogged about anticipations with a 'Yang.'

MAN: I only know/appreciate how the journalist-hero means to show debate.

CHALLENGER: Consider me the thorn in your bird-house of journalism-slide!

MAN: I only think (now) the journalist ('Yang') marks me as Facebook-shoe.

CHALLENGER: Good (farewell).

The man, most-peculiar, was assassinated (wow). I didn't know what to think (or write!) and hence decided to 'craft' his dark 'faerie-tale' in this distances read time-capsule (secret!) which I bury in my Homeland-Jersey backyard for future-world archaeologists to make-sense of my 21st-Century new millennium cyber/magazine/networks 'culture' of life and 'jitters' linked behaviors/spotlight jars (for leviathan/uncertainty!).