I have been following the story about the missing Malaysian airline like a bloodhound on a trail. Sniffing at officials as they try their best to pretend they know what happened to the plane. Days after making a declaration claiming to know where the plane went down, they have picked up stakes and are now making another solid declaration. Apparently they were a bit off on the location. Just a tad. Well like a case of the elusive terrorist, the darn aircraft was not where they were sure it was after all! Gosh darn it!
Today, while the earlier proclamation was still quite fresh on the minds of grieving families who understandably needed some proof, the officials once again released statements that the plane actually never went down where they were 100% sure it did. So this time they are more surer. And yes, I know it’s not a word but seeing it’s my blog I can write how I please. I am just kidding! Come back! Can’t take a joke or what?
Couldn’t you just imagine a news reporter on the first crash scene… “Today, officials have declared that the plane went down right in this spot and all passengers are dead. We are sorry to…Wha..? Excuse me? We have a new satellite reading? Not here? Ok sorry, we have to go! Stay tuned folks, maybe we will find the plane in one of those caves yonder.”
And you, stay tuned too. The Himalayas look like a likely place for a crash…
First let me say that my thoughts are prayers go out to the people of the Philipines devastated by the monster typhoon this weekend. I can’t imagine your pain and loss.
While following this news, I watched videos of reporters reporting from the heart of the devastation. It made me wonder, how come these news people are always in the centre of trouble but rarely, if ever, get hurts? Afghanistan, smack dab in the middle of the Taliban war, Iraq war with bombs dropping all around, Hurricane Katrina, you name it, they are right in the middle of it and while reporting live, look none the worst for wear. Makeup done right, dressed neat, even in high winds and rain. I don’t know how they do it.
So I made a silent vow while I watched the coverage of the typhoon. In the event of a war or life threatening disaster, I am going to find the closest news reporter and stick to her like glue. Yes, I hope it’s a ‘her’. I’ll go to hell with a news reporter at my side and I’ll fear no evil for she’s with me. Her Mike and her notes will comfort me.
From the fiery pits of Hell, this is Inez Sainz reporting. Hey! Excuse me! Why are you clinging to me? Get off me! You are cramping my style.