Americans distinguish themselves from one another
with the profound concept of HOPE.
Each citizen has a particular hope for the future.
A particular percentage of citizens actively pursue a motivated hope.
A particular percentage of citizens actively support
those who are active without being active themselves.
A particular percentage of citizens are completely apathetic
when allowing other’s hopes as their own.
Historians should describe the Hopes of this Nation’s Founders
and original citizens with the perspective
of this century’s technological opportunities.
And HOPE should be put to a VOTE.
And the Winning HOPE becomes the agreed upon policy
in a new cooperative national agenda.
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In this thesis, I will prove the career that would have been and should have been if not for the perverse intervention of power and money. Poverty is a helpful tool for coercing opinions and this too has been a force of change. Had I attained my career objectives and goals as shaped by my unique environmental experiences, the media would be better and the world safer and the people happier.
Money. Any objective within a capitalistic environment requires a profitable venture. Therefore the anti-thesis can be viewed as a qualifying impediment. The media industries are no exception. If situations that seem hopelessly entangled in quantum-like absurdity are to emerge from the depths of tunneled futility, there must be an instigator, a protagonist who inspires or cajoles a proper perspective. Every life is series of experiences. Media incorporates certain pointed experiences into small packages of interpretive images, sounds and words for an audience. “If a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody within earshot, does it make a sound?” It does. But it earns no money. My life has been a continuum of conflicting consequences built upon a singular premise. We need more Howard Cossells. One was not enough. Truth like freedom is an esoteric term. It depends on what you’re trying to do. If a truism is not in tune with your social harmony then you perceive falsehood. One person stands upon The Proverbial Soap Box with a discourse that grates on the world community. Another stands afar with a gun. The rest is history. We all remember vividly those famous media images time and time again. The objective is obviously survival, but at what cost? Money?! Who’ll invest in such a risk taking venture? They inevitably become bankrupted either by lack of interest or an enforced opposition. When I was attending a private Yeshiva in 1967, Israel was attending to their 6 day war. When the war was over, I raised money to plant 2 trees in the names of 2 of my Great Grandparents. The images and sounds and words of Israeli victory over such overwhelming odds once again were delivered with poignant intensity. Jewish Children were emotionally moved into deep feelings of love and reverence. These sentiments were reinforced by their environmental supervision. Other children of opposing religious perspective were reinforced with objectionable perspectives that have severely curtailed any hope of a true understanding of the Middle Eastern situation before, during and after. Money is a prerequisite of power, but not a necessary condition for success. By controlling the viewpoints of the largest possible audience any person or ideology can attain sufficient power for controlling cash flow. And as a result gain huge amounts of money for the use of their conditioned audience. This is capitalism. And this has been the decisive factor in the wasteland that continues to be world press. When I transferred out of orthodox religious school into a multi-cultural city school environment, I brought my influences with me. The Jewish children were not as affected as me by the Israeli stories (including the children of immigrated Israelis) and the others were lacking in any emotional bond whatsoever. But we were all friends with a common objective. School can be fun and the future can be lucrative. We were given an assignment to create a media that would be transferred upon a plastic (I don’t remember if BPA was involved then) plate. All the children drew pictures built upon a particular penchant for artistic talent. Mine was intensely political. I was deeply affected by the Vietnam War because this coordinated with Israel in my mind. My uncle was a prosecuting attorney so a youthful understanding of Watergate was swimming around in my brain. My single Mom was competing in a male dominated work force while providing a comfortable home for me and my brother and her strength of heart was continuously echoing within my own. The images on my plate were the mainland USA, a TV, an ecology symbol and an American Flag. Jews love migrating to the Catskills, so my childhood was filled with scenic nature experiences. In the TV was a phrase, “The War is Over.” Atop the plate image was a song quote, “Oh Happy Day!” My name was written on the bottom with questionable handwriting. This is the defining moment of my life. And when I became a potential Cossell.
The Plate is posted on Facebook@Simcha Eliyahu Sapoff
The Plate is posted on Facebook@Simcha Eliyahu Sapoff
When you see a park filled with children whose families found their way to the USA from a vast variety of distant places. . . they are playing sports. I loved sports. When the NY Giants scored a touchdown my Dad would hug me. We listened on the radio in those days. When Yogi Berra was managing the Mets in 1973, my Grandfather took me to the game the Mets took first place. And when Emile Francis was sitting a few rows away in the coach’s box, my Mom encouraged me to get his autograph (I still have this autograph and it’s not for sale). Sports, politics, environment, Israel, religion, and music lessons. The devil himself. I was placed in (and lost) the English honors exam in the ninth grade with Slaughter House Five.
When the most evil people in human history cured “Go Fever”, many of us youngsters had to reinvent our life objectives. I was inspired by Sports Broadcasting. They called me “The Voice of Hillcrest High School”, but all I could opine about was the school prom. This was enough.
I got to college looking for the radio station. I took a wrong turn and found three beautiful girls working in the TV club. I was elected president within the year. TV remains a vast wasteland of images that appeal to the dulled senses of beer soaked brains. For example, during the terror attack on September 11, 2001 (when I was attending a yeshiva in Jerusalem and listening on the radio) the television media had a simple choice between entertaining the planet with images of extreme horror or providing the workers with a network of information that would enable them to make life saving decisions. Every sportscaster has a choice between sending children to stupid websites that pollute their brains with worthless tripe or suggest educational ventures. Every news show was a choice between spewing out Human Tragedies with dispassion, the weather, the sports, the happy ending or consider a meaningful view of communities and the world. There are two factors that provide the excuses and the primary is money. The other is yet another decision between choosing the audience of influence from amongst the least knowledgeable, the least responsible, the least moral and the most. Obviously, some people recognized that my climb up the Broadcasting Ladder would spell their decline. And they were correct. So in my naïve ignorance, they defamed me and destroyed my life. This thesis is my revenge. And they’ll even have החצפה to steal this from me too. But sometime in the distant future when the nano-particles of dust have settled about my life and they used my crazy essays and statements as a weapon of defamation against me with cleverly contrived tactics that belittle my broadcasting brain. As long as my work is somewhere like The Ark in an Indiana Jones Movie.
There will emerge a form of justice as Samson Raphael Hirsch explains. . .
“Every Humane Being eventually received just due”
אמן
© 2010 A Table of Hopes by Sanford Lewis Sapoff
The Caller
When criminals scheme a crime,
their ultimate goal is the reward not the punishment.
Plans are meticulous with strategic plots for
incriminating anybody other than themselves by
maneuvering law enforcement down paths of confusion.
The criminals know exactly what they are planning and
thus prepare accordingly. Not so, the persecuted ignoramus
who becomes the subject of false accusations.
“Planet earth orbits the sun like a bicycle wheel rolls forward.”
He looked into his own mind for a brief introspective moment
with confused incredulousness. Then stared directly into the
eyes of the speaker with a blank expression.
“I can’t see it.” He admitted shamefully.
“The concept of motion within a confined plane
describing the vast circuitous route of planet earth
seems like a grasp at the fictitious.” “Then maybe you
ought to look somewhere else. The stars are just beyond
your comprehension.” “I think I understand the way
objects move. What I don’t understand is the way
people stay put.” “Gravity!” The speaker shouted with
confident enthusiasm. “No! that’s not what I mean!”
“Then don’t listen to me. There’s a tent over there with
orators conjuring up thoughts of the infinite ways of our
Universe in a vast array of differing perspectives.
Search the good search. There hope in that tent for you.”
He paused. Then cautiously rotated about the pivot
fixed firmly upon the earth. There was a tent!
And a Caller at the entrance. “Go. Find understanding.”
The Speaker encouraged calmly. So without looking back,
he began his approach towards the unknown.
The Caller was silent. But clearly there was a tent
filled with Speakers and people listening. He stood at
foot of the Caller’s pedestal and asked.
“Where do I go now?” “If you don’t know then
you don’t belong.” So he turned again on the pivot
and looking dejected walked sullenly away.”
A priori.
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