Fiction and truth merge?
“Remember right here we talked about finding a guy and turning him into a star years ago,” the junior man said, adding too much sugar. “He’s sure blown up since then. Makes me nostalgic.”
“He’s the biggest thing in the world right,” the senior man said, ladling a little honey. “That was one sweet concept.”
“Lucky I had a brainstorm,” the junior man needled.
“Sure, you were on the verge of washing out,” the senior man teased back. “I gave you the credit because you needed a boost and you came up with a real humdinger, my son.” His smile ended up as a grimace. Out of practice.
The junior man took a cautious sip. “And now he’s everywhere. He’s all over the news just about twenty-four-seven.”
“Well, we own the goddamn mainstream media,” the senior man said, trying his own latte. “Are you surprised?”
“It’s strange to watch,” the junior man said. “I know it’s all an act, but the left wing wants him deified and the right wants him shot.”
“That’s part of the dialectic. We need to control both sides of the argument. Our guys need to capture the most radical sentiments in order to control them. Has to do with credibility.”
What a tangled web the media weaves.