When investigative journalists don't attack

Ethan Switch - Saturday, 6 August 2005 - 12:32:45 - print it raw

Enduring evermore of late the focus on bombs in London trains and double-decker buses, an enterprising producer for Channel 7 found the humble box cutter no longer an instant generator of fear in kind proportions.

Inspired perhaps by a CNNNN report on terrorism in commerical flights broadcast last year, the Channel 7 news producer allegedly breached the Federal Air Navigation Act by the very act of drawing attention to herself with the act.

In the item by The Firth Factor, a recurring column of CNNNN, reporter Charles Firth outlined the rampant disregard investigative journalists had for airplane security. Smuggling fake bombs and nail clippers aboard domestic flights, the journalists would cover their tracks of an Anglo-Saxon attempt to join their Muslim extremist compatriots.

Suffering a double indignity, the item itself fails to generate much interest beyond footnotes.

 

Punch the button and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Does not hit back.

Or simply subscribe via email:

 

Articles and essays

Red Riding Trilogy
This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoƻt
Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Lassitude abandons the Throwing Knives
Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

Every detail makes the story worth following somewhere. Cooking up microfiction and life lessons as we review film, music, books, theatre and other aspects of culture.
It's all intrigue and conspiracy.

Copyright 2002-2010 The Wax Conspiracy

 

 

Nipple protection from the elements?
Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?

Then grab this comfy chest covering and other kinds of T-shirts at The Wax Sweatshop.

id=ufo