It’s been more than a year since the last episode in this series, but given the wackiness that is the season of discontent, it was bound to happen. However, the source material for this installment doesn’t come from an orchestra stewing in a labor dispute; instead, it’s the newest leader in lowest common denominator tabloidesque cultural commentary: The Huffington Post (THP).
Two recent examples demonstrate why it’s time to act.
First up is a hyperbolic rant from David Beem that buries whatever point he was attempting to make in a sea of blanket accusations and the subtlety of a “Kill ’em all and let God sort it out!” approach. In short, if you’re going to go around metaphorically shooting zombies in the head amid the post-apocalyptic cultural landscape, you’d better take an extra second to make sure the skull in your crosshairs isn’t actually the day of reckoning Moses that is Woody Harrelson’s Tallahassee strolling down Ambien Avenue on a bad hair day.
The latest contribution is from the field’s favorite alarmist pseudo-intellectual Chicken Little doom-monger, Tony Woodcock. And by favorite, I mean in the same way Donald Trump is America’s most beloved media whore.
The post is a a veritable club sandwich of logical fallacy; but hey, if you think the future of classical music performing arts organizations is the mission driven equivalent of a Sonny and Cher style prime time variety hour, then this is some serious weapon’s grade crapulence you’ll want to spend some quality time wallowing in.
At this point, THP seems hell bent on presenting new and creative ways to miss the point but the upside is our collective response is remarkable simple. Here’s what I’m asking everyone to do: stop reading The Huffington Post through the end of the calendar year.
Hopefully, that extended cold shoulder will be enough to get THP back on the straight and narrow by offering their popular outlet as a platform for contributors with observations and ideas that don’t confuse challenging with catchpenny.