You mean I have to read the thing?

Newspaper shrinkage.
As you have noticed newspapers are becoming smaller. Fewer pages. Fewer articles. Reduced sections. Some papers have eliminated two days of the week. Some stopped printing the Monday and Tuesday issues. Some papers resemble my smaller old “Weekly Reader” from grade school. Some newspapers are so small these days they could easily be sent in the mail.
However, these modern times many of us get our news online. From information websites like Facebook or the former Twitter. Many of which have no real credibility or trained professional journalists. Possibly passing on hearsay or rumors. Absolutely not fact checked. Just creative non-fiction. Bluster and baloney.
But as a result of viewing a blue computer screen for hours on end, eye or vision difficulties can occur. Requiring special glasses or resulting in acuity loss. This also might happen viewing too much cable or network news. MSNBC and Fox goes on 24/7. One could easily go visually or politically blind watching this stuff hours on end.
Then some tell us to “buy American.” What could be more American than subscribing and reading a local or national printed on paper newspaper. Easy to operate. No start up time waiting. Fits easily on the coffee table or in your Gucci tote bag. If left on the breakfast table, there’s a possibility a child or grandchild might pick it up and read.
But subscribing to a daily newspaper just might create more jobs for trained newspaper reporters and paperboys and girls. Some do complain about the high cost of a daily paper subscription. But compare that cost with a 108-inch flat screen TV or expensive Dell PC combo.
When breaking news occurs you will have a fantastic souvenir to keep with big headlines on the masthead of your delivered newspaper. Don’t you just love the smell of newsprint? Fresh news right in your hands. Turn off that vision sucking PC or TV. Buy American. Subscribe to a local newspaper.

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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