Rocket Science?

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand media bias and glam… or whatever else it takes to get recognition (as a reporter, author, writer, or whatever else)… seriously affects what we learn as a society.

Personal experience has taught me that newspaper journalists have a tendency to trump up the truth and embellish the story, even blatantly make up details out of thin air, or simply omit relevant but boring details just to make the story “good.”

Scientific discoveries are sometimes enough to make “official” history lessons (like those taught in school) become “reinvented.”  This seemingly “de-educates” anyone who has already graduated high school.

These little thoughts of mine are small time. If I can think of these simple examples of twisted truths, imagine how twisted what we believe to be the truth really is.  Our own government is notorious for undermining the truth, or straight covering up its dirty deeds by building over the evidence, for fear of disillusioning its faithful  citizens. They have even transferred questionable projects to other “departments,” undoubtedly to mask the embarrassing truth with socially acceptable words… Green! Restoration! Agriculture! (Oh good, now can we drink the  water?!)

That’s just too much for one person to take on. I will stick to those little, small time thoughts of mine. Recently, I learned that all the credit for a particular rocket launch project in the 80’s went to the funding father, not the team of brains… An expensive moment of glory for the guy with the money; and simply a moment of glory for the guys who designed and built it. Priorities, priorities!

Those leaders by passion seem too humble to pursue recognition; they take pride in their triumphs quietly within. Those driven by desire  seem to do anything they can to gain that recognition, even if due credit is sacrificed.

Well folks, no ONE man can put a rocket into space. It takes a team of brilliant, driven individuals, whether you like it or not. It takes a guy with a lot of money to pay for the parts, whether I like it or not.