In the absence of Fred Astair, I think it's fair to say that far more people don't care or have an active dislike of Wills and What's her name, than are willing to awake at 4 am to watch a bunch of rich twits whose wealth is totally unearned and whose social role could be filled by Snooki and political part played by Berty Wooster. And yet the whole disgraceful mess is on the tv all the time. Why?, you ask.
Well I'll tell ya. It beats working. Think about all the other stories and all the work necessary to understand them and then to try and tell these more complicated stories in simpler language, because you only get 10 second or whatever, and who wouldn't want to take a week off in order to discuss the marriage of two people very few people care very much about.
It's like the birther thingy, easier to cover that without pointing out that it's false then to, for example, explain why Trump's version of invasion wouldn't work or why Ryan's budget wouldn't work and pointing out that attacking the weak in the way it does isn't an act of bravery. And so on.
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