The President held a press conference in the old White House press briefing room that has not been used in such a long time as to appear almost unrecognizable, there they were all cluttered, stuffed with reporters assuming most have been covering the coronavirus outbreak story closely enough often coming into contact with individuals interested in doing the same, with limited testing, anyone of them could be in the presence of an infected person and not be aware of it, with me thinking, this correspondence press-room is the last place to hold such a closed quartered meeting, crammed packed, all sharing and breathing the same air when much more spacious rooms surely were available, if any one of them even had a casual contact with an affected individual the entire Washington press corps could have been wiped out in one large-sweep, none of whom were wearing a surgical face mask to hold back any uncontrollable infected sneezing, if only to protect the noninfected, as it has claimed face-masks do. It was extremely clear to this blogger, all those present were mostly television reporters, as over half the heads were either hair dyed or toupeed, nowhere else except in Hollywood could guarantee such participatory numbers. However, it has to be noted that there was an odd ball presence with that of a gray-haired Doctor Anne Schuchat, Principal Deputy Director, CDC, surprisingly no one offered her any advice on appearance marketing of her personal self.

Here’s where I display my age by recalling two famous television news-teams of my youth, like The Huntley-Brinkley Report on NBC, proved to be so popular that the local affiliate in New York City came up with their own team, The Pressman-Ryan Report, it has to be noted both teams consisted of males, women had not yet broken the gender barrier to be included among television journalists.

One day last month, I noticed a female reporter whose make-up seemed tastefully applied, I wrote down her name to mention her in one of my blogs on women unenhanced in televised news programing, I never did get to write the piece, the next time I saw her, however, her make-up was as trashy as all the rest of the women on this station news programs, I later discovered she was late from a field reporting chore, did not have time to sit for the standard station make-up session. Anyway, the intensity of make-up applied on the faces of women in the early days of them appearing on news programing can be measured as a ‘one’, then it was perceived as a marketing enticement bringing in viewers, that was soon jumped up to as high as ‘ten’, in which we now find that measurement on the faces of women participating in televised news programing, leaving viewers to have to negotiate between as many as two sets of red greasy lips on a single program on as many faces. A careful review of some of those lips, one would have thought, they would have been the last feature on some faces to call any extra attention to. At this point I should mention all those streaking odd looking blond dyed heads, but that would be just too obvious as you can plainly see for yourself.

Conclusion, unless you can convincingly see without doubt that a particular journalist on television does not dye their hair, rest assured that they do and did, knowing this, that their appearance has been tainted with hair dye, their journalism of unconditional trust can now be concluded to be contrived as a self-marketing ploy; how devastating to the profession of journalism? well it has some begging, “Say it ain’t so, Joe”, here’s where, as I often do, let Wikipedia take a fatal shot at the subject.
“Joseph Jefferson Jackson (July 16, 1887 – December 5, 1951), nicknamed “Shoeless Joe”, was an American outfielder who played Major League Baseball (MLB) in the early 1900s. He is remembered for his performance on the field and for his association with the Black Sox Scandal, in which members of the 1919 Chicago White Sox participated in a conspiracy to fix the World Series. As a result of Jackson’s association with the scandal, Kenesaw Mountain Landis, Major League Baseball’s first commissioner, banned Jackson from playing after the 1920 season despite his exceptional play in the 1919 World Series, in which he led both teams in several statistical categories and set a World Series record with 12 base hits. Since then, Jackson’s guilt has been fiercely debated with new accounts claiming his innocence and urging Major League Baseball to reconsider his banishment. As a result of the scandal, Jackson’s career was abruptly halted in his prime, ensuring him a place in baseball lore.”
There is nothing more damming to one’s ‘personal psych’ of heroes is when they disappoint, and everywhere you go kids would go about posing this annoying question, “Say it ain’t so, Joe,” that was baseball, and now, this is broadcast news.

America is currently ruled by a 73year-old blond hair dyed, orange tinted skinned person of questionable appearance values, whose personal appearance is influencing and has spread throughout all walks of American life.

New York City has often been referred to as a great newspaper town, at one time had at least four morning dailies, sometime with extra afternoon or evening editions, several ethnic language newspapers as well, not to mention weekly special interest or industry publications. If one took a photo of a typical subway car or commuting bus, in years past, every hand would be holding a newspaper, either tabloid or broadsheet. Adolph Simon Ochs, American newspaper publisher, the creator of the slogan, “All the news that’s fit to print”, once had a deep meaning, which can still be seen on the masthead of the New York Times today. Well with all this ink being dispensed in production of newsprint, it will never be replaced, wrong, it already has, with hair dye. A quick look-see of television journalism, morning, noon or night, every talking head can be found covered with the stuff, once mostly on women, now men too. To practice televison journalism, one must have an advanced degree in ‘appearance journalism’ yourself, or have it imposed upon you, nevertheless, it’s a marketing must, advertising dollars dictate it, as much as the market can bear, it’s the trashy blond hair-dyed looking women with red greasy profuse painted lips, hair dyed or wigged in shades not found in nature, on morning television that is seemingly generating the big bucks, along with Hollywood type males, again, also hair dyed or wigged. No politician worth their body salt would even consider appearing in public without some sort of faked enhancement, nobody appears as they really are any more…except for me…your humble blogging servant of truth in appearance advertising…where your television reporters news can no longer fully be trusted having already crossed over into the faked lane of appearance journalism, cemented together with their untrusted reporting…which can now be assumed to be faked also to capture advertising dollars…Now, will you be voting for a faked blond hair dyed orange tinted skinned leader to be the leader of the free world? I wonder?

All over the air ways this week, on televison, the demise of newspapers came under discussion, lets call it ‘ink’, in what seemed to tickle my funny bone, all the reporters were themselves bathed in not ‘ink’ but hair dye, giving my funny bone the exercise of its life time.
Admittedly, the marketplace has changed, is changing, from ink to hair dye, from fresh hot digital to cold print, its up to us individuals as consumers of information to choose how we want to have it served up to us now and forever more…

Yes, Virginia, its no secret we live in a ‘me’ world, and like most bloggers I’m habitually on the hunt for subject matter to blog about and to sharpen my knowledge of subjects, hoping to become more knowledgeable about positions I have already taken on as talking points enabling me to view them and express them more crystal clearly, which means I have to read and watch a lot of television, oh, my poor eyes.

About all these dye heads currently populating in our sight; where did they all come from? Well, they have always been in plain view, just under cover. Take anyone of a proven success in their chosen field, journalist, politician, general entertainer, to travel to their point of visibility and acceptance in our lives, they must have picked up a little gray hair along the way, and yet refuses to acknowledge in appearance, any. Oh, I forget they did pick up something alright, vanity, and of course a little deceit, and the ability to market themselves in appearance as a gift, just don’t call them a phony, they would hate that, truth has a way of placing most people in denial, even as they lie about their age, which in this age of Google-search is no easy task. It would seem everyone wants to appear ageless, looking wise with age is a no-no, young and stupid is just fine, offering a built-in excuse for mistakes, and easier to play the dummy, as every dye head on television is an expert at so doing…no longer the ‘dumb blond’ of movie fame, just dye head blond with wet lushes greasy lips and very smart looking, on every conceivable television news program, must have at least one or three, and that old guy sixty-years-old dressed in jet black hair dye…look for him in there too…to complete their self-marketing ongoing presentation…

I’ve just spent a few hours watching on television political programing, (2020) pre-democratic debate, pre-New Hampshire primary, well stocked with women as panelists, here’s what I observed. I will never understand why these female pundits, political analysts, all, seemingly go out of their way to hair dye themselves, in make-up, in wet greasy red lip coverings, using all sort of perceived gimmickry to make themselves appear more attractive, when in reality there will always be someone perceived more appealing, more of what it takes these days for a woman to regularly appear on television, which toward my way of thinking, will eventually entree themselves out of the market place, for a newer younger model, as they were once probably a replacement themselves for someone, note this, there are no gray headed women on television, no matter how knowledgeable on any given subject, they are just not culturally allowable or acceptable. So, why are women continuously placing their bodies into this kitty, feeding it with more and more victims like themselves, and not marching in the streets against such petty appearance practices on television news programing…where are the blazer of trails among women?

I assume by now everybody has seen a seventy-four-year-old, hair dyed Lou Dobbs delivering the news on television, getting praise through the aid of chemistry for so doing, but is that praise miss placed, when the acknowledgement should be, ‘shame on you’, for stealing employment and food from the mouths of babes simply because you can. No one would blame him for so doing if he did so honestly, without resorting to trickery, as an aged 74year old still able to work, that has come by regular employment through applying his years as a skilled television journalist, instead he has partaken, schemed, if you will, employment with the use of deceit, then expect us to believe his journalism as being forthright, without bias, which is an impossibility now, having once crossed the line of appearance integrity toward fakery, which somehow must enter the mind of all those blond dye head female journalists and hair dyed male pundits discussing the fakery, deceit and corruption employed by this American President…as they now stand in long lines to toss their imaginary stones, which in reality should be bouncing back toward themselves…”OUCH”, I think I heard one of them crying out…forgive me, this blogger, as I offer the only aid I can, which is an open confessional that seems to be often in use by those in the advertising business selling synthetic hairs for the heads of members of Congress, journalists and the professional and amateur acting communities…

And one last thing, about all those greasy wet clownish looking lips on so many women’s faces, nothing can stop a fad whose time has come no matter how ugly…I know this because I’ve tried…

When ever I want to watch a movie made during the era I love, the 1930’s, I can always find something on Turner Classic Movies or Amazon Prime. Every once in a while, on TCM they would often play an interview of a female movie star from the silent era or later, instead of her appearing as she must look in her current, she would be faked up in overexposed make-up, hair dyed, if need be in a mile high of synthetic hair as if she just left a cartooned movie set.

Here recently I have been criticized, for my deep accurate description of women that are appearing on news programing, one would think, it was me, that somehow, lassoed female news anchors, reporters, pundits on a panel, tied them down, greased them up with loud red loaded lips, streaked blond dyed their hair or wigged them, attached long faked eyelashes, then pushed them out before television cameras, only to be able to write about how clownish they looked, mostly as entertainers, soon appearing with hired background singers and dancers, not as serious looking journalists, it’s me that should have remained silent, and let their legacy on television be one of having often been laughed at as some sort of sideshow, a show business freak, and never ever taken a really close look at hair dyed representatives in congress or female candidates running for public office, as the all foolish look-alike buffoons well into retirement…

Here we are in 2020, if ever a person is seen on television un-enhanced, male or female, not artificially specified, they will be the ones that would be of notable personage bathed in oddity…as odd looking, that was once normal, has now become not the most desired in appearance…