Warren Ellis recently started writing a column for Suicide Girls called The Sunday Hangover. It's always provocative and entertaining, but this week's ruminations on our pathetic news media in America were particularly insightful:
Given the time, CNN and their kin can present the news in such a way that it makes no sense to anyone, and increases no-one’s understanding of current events and the times they live in. I spent nine days in America this time, and it felt like I was in a bottle lost on the tide. I’m still catching up on what happened in the world over those nine days. All I know about that time is that Lindsay Lohan is the Road Warrior and the Space Shuttle can be flown while shitfaced.
Warren is a writer who, for reasons I think best left unexplored, speaks to a dark part of my soul which I discovered when I was not an old man and first encountered David Lynch, Alan Moore, William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson. I've kept it under control, but as I get older and closer to the ponytail and sports car years, it increasingly demands to be let out, like my own personal Edward Hyde. When I let Warren speak to him it, it's like inserting control rods, or venting radioactive steam. Thank god for Internet Jesus.
