The Directed Mob

I do not have cable or satellite television; haven't since mid-2001, once the analog stations went digital I was ready to live without them.  I read news online from a variety of sources.  I prefer the variety of Real People discussing the news rather than a Talking Head reading me bits and pieces, so I frequently - OK, always - scroll the comment boards when available.  So, I confess, I'm fascinated by the fact that for every one story about Clinton there are eight to ten articles about Trump. The media corporations that were once the Fourth Estate are captivated by his Game Show; enthralled by the outrageous, enchanted by the hits, and eager to pretend they don't understand how they created this ... mess ... and now have no idea what to do with it, though that doesn't stop them from analyzing the phenomenon and whispering amongst themselves, "Oh Lordy, Miss Scarlet, what's to become of us?!"

Tonight I watched one article by the Washington Post achieve approximately 200 posts in 10 minutes.  The pace has not slowed down and it's been over three hours now.  The Washington Post must be so gratified, until or unless they read the comments.  It's one of those can't look away/ don't really want to see it type of things.