Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh,
anchors without rancour.
They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb.
War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.
Categories:
huntley, 11th grade, integrity, leadership,
Form: Roundel
Channel Five calls mayoral candidate Goots a bully.
He is referred to as the AntiChrist on Channel Three
Someone on the air yells “liar, liar, pants on fire.”
This is the best news we find on our 2023 TV.
Channel 9 brings in an alert. with a gasp and a shout.
Stay away from your windows, a shooter is out.
The news anchor of NBC2 is lying on the sidewalk, laid out.
She has probably been shot, is there any doubt?
Hello worldly watchers, welcome to American TV
Where the lies are plenty, and carnage is brutally carefree
Facts don’t mean anything to our anchors any more.
You can purchase alternative facts at the store next door.
The hillbillies in the south only listen to their one station.
They don’t even bother with news when on vacation.
The haughtiest rich ones in the north don’t believe anything at all.
A shooter? No worries. There will be more in the fall.
Besides, it might be a rumor. We like to throw stuff up quick.
buying into rumors, lies, and gossip, we Americans lay it on thick.
Chet Huntley and David Brinkley would have a huge fit.
If they could hear what comes out of the normal TV anchor nitwit.
Categories:
huntley, today,
Form: Rhyme
She nodded to the fishman, 'a zombie is in here',
He headed to the door so it would be more clear.
It was the last of the zombies told to the ectoplasmic man,
He was tied to a chair so couldn't even stand.
The zombie spoke the name of Huntley,
Then his head exploded rather timely.
Off they drove to find this man in the monestary,
It was late and dark, and awfly scary.
The path to the chapel was filled with more zombies?!?
Their guns took them down with the breeze!
Robert Huntley, 'hahahahahaha', loudly laughed!
He had dug up the grave within the building's draft.
Possessed he was with a skeleton necklace,
Then tranqualized down by the B.P.R.D. wreckless.
Yegor Kurya was the one to possess,
But his day would end with his bones six-foot caressed!
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Story poetized from 'Another Day At the Office', Mike Mignola
Categories:
huntley, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Couplet
To those who soak up the slanted slop from Fox
Isn’t it time you switched off your black box,
Or, changed to a channel espousing the facts--
All the things your "balanced TV News” surely lacks
I challenge you to listen to Maddow for a week
You’ll get some valuable information you seek,
Not slanted, but grounded in solid research
Straight from a foundation grounded in truth.
[Fox’s martini has entirely too much vermouth!]
Me, I prefer the Evening News with Lester Holt
Giving me a look at what happened today,
Letting me make up my mind on what I think
Not a bunch of talking heads leading me to drink.
CNN I don’t watch so much, I’m delighted to say
I like my evening news cut-and-dried every day,
I don’t particular like their “expert’s” opinions
I am perfectly competent to decide what I think.
How I long for the days of Huntley and Brinkley,
Edward R. Murrow, Walter Cronkite, and their kind
Who knew I can intelligently make up my mind.
written December 4, 2021
Categories:
huntley, perspective,
Form: Rhyme