You Locked Out My Morning
I wandered out of my bedroom this morning, bleary-eyed and hungry. Hungry for granola, and hungry for news. What had become of my world during my slumber? What issues and events would dominate my day? What would a Canadian curling star have to say about the weather in Chibougamau? So many questions.
So, as I always do, I switched on CBC Newsworld, eager for some approximation of enlightenment. Instead, I was greeted with a re-run of "Hot Type" with Evan Solomon. Although I found his interview with Tom Wolfe to be mildly interesting, it failed to provide any context on the Gaza Withdrawal or Toronto's latest gun-related homicide (sidebar: gun-related? More like gun-caused, unless the gun was somehow a spectator or told someone to commit a crime. Seems 'gun-related' ignores a pretty specific causal relationship between a firearm and getting shot).
I was confused. Where was my CBC? Why was some unrecognizable reading the top-of-the-hour news in a darkened studio? Where did I leave my pants?
And then I remembered. Ma Corp has locked out its employees. I am left with CBC News, Ghetto-style.
Please, CBC admin and Canada Media Guild: don't force me to watch CTV. Get a new contract, and come back to work. I miss my news.