[You can read Part 1 of this essay here]

Fear not! If you are not part of ‘social media’ or fearlessly choose not to read articles written in the print media or slavishly listen to or watch the broadcast  news, you are not it seems alone, as more and more people turn away from the BBC in all its woke and multi-culti politically correct glory and find other avenues to explore for their news and leisure enjoyment. 

Careful though, as many have found that many corporate financed and controlled alternatives are not that much better, but then you are not forced to pay for what you don’t want. There are thousands of video sites and blogs out there, some as good if not better than anything produced by the traditional media and all with a comments-below section or the like button if you wish to use them.   

Comments are mostly very similar to those found on the major traditional MSM sites: repetitive,  sensible or not, often written with little or no knowledge of the subject and with much bias – as is often the case in the real world – full of threats of violence, vitriolic, often using suggestions or acronyms of language not heard even in the barrack room or used by the proverbial fish wife, never mind written in the public domain. These same people often demanding that their freedom of speech should remain uncensored by moderators. 

It’s odd that before this explosion of media opportunity the same was not said about ‘Letters to the Editor’  that were often not published for whatever reason, possibly because the ‘editor’ retained the right to edit or refused to publish just anything that arrived on their desk so to speak and in any case would follow the owners’ preferred political view.

Censorship then at a time when the media could be said to ‘nudge ‘one way or another the views of its readership; just as the Reithian BBC, Pathé News and Government ‘Information Film Units’ had been doing for years.  All in the best traditions of a “one nation, all in it together, middle class man in the civil service knows better” tradition and they’re still doing it now. 

Just look at the makeup of ‘talk shows’, beautifully diverse in all aspects bar one – few working people, you know the ones that actually work with their hands for example, presumably they are too thick to have something relevant or interesting to say.

The media then still lives in its own virtual reality, a reality where recently a ship due to be scrapped could be described in a headline as ‘heading for a mental scrap yard’ or a Douglas DC 3 aircraft designed and built in the 1930s could be described as a ‘Navy Jet’. Or when motorists caught up in a major tailback on a motorway were told the delay was ‘thanks to’ an incident. An  incident as it happens where people had died.

On the other hand, the new Digital reality is all around us and available on demand if you can afford it or even want it – on a laptop or device near you as they say. If you want to fly a  Boeing Dreamliner, the apps are there ready and waiting, the problem being is that some of the population seem to believe that a computer simulation is the same as flying the real thing in real time. Real training costs time and money and as for flying that latest fighter jet apparently the R.A.F. spend up to seven years to train a fighter pilot. Any commercial pilot will tell you that there is much more to flying a commercial jet than sitting in the front sipping coffee and refusing to fly because the cup had no anti-spill lid, as reported in the MSM this last week. But no matter, this reminds me of people apparently living in this virtual world  who are convinced that they know everything and can do anything who will tell a practitioner in all seriousness ‘they thought of doing that’ as if that puts them on the same level. Ask any doctor – they meet these people on a daily basis.   

After the New Year I visited a cinema to see the award winning movie “1917”, screened in IMAX and on a large screen (not as large as the surround screens older readers will remember). The picture quality was brilliant and really ‘in your face’ but the sound at 80 dB was not to my taste, in fact my ears were still ringing the next day. I found the plot weak and unbelievable, but there is lots of noisy action and gore along with close ups of the dead and decapitated, if that’s what you enjoy seeing. 

 As a piece of digital virtual reality and production it’s really good but doesn’t, for me, capture what trench life was like; mostly the soldiers are too clean for a start, the movie’s ‘Saving Private Ryan’ action scenes were far better.  

“1917” was, presumably, written for the millennial generation, translate this as ‘good on the digital and virtual but weak on reality’. Advertising for anything now in the cinema is so overdone with designer style and very loud soundtracks suggesting that everything can be obtained without little effort, I found myself wondering not for the first time is this advertising, propaganda or brainwashing? Full as it is of multicultural one world overtones, ‘woke’ messages and political correctness, you could be forgiven for thinking why the people you see around you don’t all drive £40,000 cars, live in houses with every technological device with huge rooms complete with laminate floors and black and white furniture surrounded by ‘art’ on the walls and the latest technology bolted to the walls.

Maybe many of us have just been left behind in this new digital reality, just as many people failed to see or felt the heat of ‘white hot technology’ as promised by Harold Wilson all those years ago.  

My car is full of digital technology, I can plan journeys, read emails, change the temperature of the seats, dim the glass, read instruments on the windscreen, check what the engine and transmission is doing, what the fuel consumption is doing and all the rest. It slows when needed and steers itself into a parking place. Mostly it’s unused and not particularly wanted and I know from experience as it ages it will break down and will cost a fortune to repair, it has little real world use although it does have lots of pretty lights showing on the dashboard when it’s dark. It’s mainly used when passing the time when we are stuck in another traffic jam on a cutting edge technologically ‘smart’ motorway.

“Alexa how long will we be here and where are we going?” I asked my artificial intelligence assistant the other day, back came the reply “I’m sorry I can’t answer that question” 

Neither can I, Alexa, neither can I.