Monday, February 19, 2007
Budd Dwyer and I
I don't really know much about Bud Dwyer or why on my twentieth birthday, he decided to off himself on live television. But pull the trigger he did, jettisoning his legacy into the darker expanses of pop-culture's stratosphere and eclipsing any chance of his being remembered for something other than how he chose to check out. I wonder if that was his intention. Hope so, because shortly after his grisly exit aired on live television, the whole episode languished in our collective imagination before glimpses of it cropped up in song, satire and print. These days of course, the video is again available for wide consumption, thanks to the unflinching twin-tubes of the internet. That's only natural I guess, but I wonder how many out there chose (like me) not to watch it? Hell, I've never seen it. I don't have to in order to understand what the beleagured politician did that day. As best I can anyway. I just feel for the photogs and reporters unlucky enough to be present during that particular press conference. I got mental scars from briefings like this that have merely gone on too long. The poor newsfolk in that room got the kind of highlight clip that isn't easily erased. Nice shot? If you say so...
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I, too, choose NOT to watch that video. Even though I'm way over in the weather office, I have to go out of my way to avoid the constant stream of images that pour into a newsroom. (those "raw" feeds of war torn countries with scenes of death and destruction were the worst, especially when they involved children. I was getting clinically depressed.) Maybe I'm alone, but an overload of bad mojo just doesn't roll off your back, it sticks after a while.
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