Moore Is Unsure

Wide screen television, high definition, sky news is panicking, hands in the air. I spit out my coffee and throw today's edition of my favourite liberal-dribble broadsheet to one side so they can have my complete and undivided attention. It is about a dead celebrity.
The celebrity that has just died appeared in films. They have a short black and white clip of the celebrity in their prime, their iconic face perfectly lit between light and dark as emotion charts across. The name of the film the clip is from fades in and out beneath along with the year it was made. Then they cut to show fuzzy telescopic lens shots of the celebrity taken a few months ago. Although blurred, they show an old and broken figure, being wheeled through a sunny park by an inattentive nurse. Are they gloating their decay or trying to warn you against even trying? Who knows and who cares because they've moved on to something else of profound importance. I'll catch it again in 15 minutes I suppose but I think I got the gist of it. Watching the news, feeling like you're involved. Congratulations, you're not ignorant or hoodwinked, but you're still powerless to ever change anything. Your heros are flawed, your icons eroded; your life needs more white noise.