Now that the election is set for May 6th*, and the lies, false promises and black propaganda begin to pile up like horse manure at Newmarket, I intend to forswear television news till it's all over.
I'm reminded of a little verse in Evan Hunter's "Blackboard Jungle" -

The wind blew
And the shit flew
And for weeks the vision was blurred.


*Or it might be May 5th, I'm not interested enough to find out.