An example of media hype

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If you think this story, or hundreds of others, is an honest mistake or just an accident; then think again. The main stream media knows the retraction doesn't matter; people remember the lie. It has been that way through out history.

I have warned on numerous occasions the media is lying; I have suggested you check sources, educate your self, trust no one. This story is another fine example of my point; those boys were besieged by professional agitators because of the MAGA hats. The two groups in question (the Indians and the black Jewish homophobes) were little know groups that used this incident to expand their media presence. They fed a false narrative to the press because they knew the press wouldn't check the details. The false narrative was in line with the narrative the media has been hyping since Trump got elected.

Watch the whole tape, those boys acted with upstanding morale fiber, and just as  MLK taught his followers, do not react when provoked. They are to be commended for their restraint.

I have suggested every one educate themselves so you are armed with the real truth when confronted with future misinformation campaigns. As long as Trump is president they will only worsen. As technology improves they will alter audio and video to show people saying and  doing despicable things and no will be able to tell what is real any more. 2020 and 2024 are going to be insane.

None of this is new; in 1919 Rudyard Kipling penned:

The Gods Of The Copybook Headings

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall.
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn.
That water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision, and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorilas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither clud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch.
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch.
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.
So we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promiced these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promiced perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'Stick to the Devil you know.'

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promiced the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'The Wages of Sin is Death/'

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selective Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.'

The the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tounged wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to belive it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four---
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man---
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:---
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!  

The more things change...
The more things stay the same...