Saturday, August 05, 2006
The Paradox Of Halting Rumours
So I prefer British spellings. Bite me.
Good ol' Zam (Datuk Zainuddin Bin Maidin), our prolific (ramblings-wise) Information Minister is making good his new found power as a full minister. Now we all know that the rest of the cabinet are usually toothless room fillers, owing much to the centralisation of executive power in the PM office by our Grand Old Man and also the fact that they're like Malaysian classrooms, overcrowded and noisy. But this man is something. Emulating Badruddin Jerai and Bung Mokhtar, he's found his place in the limelight: The Reactionary Loudspeaker.
His latest adventure of course is the uneducated dream of to controlling blogging, a subject of the previous Clueless entry (I'll get to that later).
Here's the paradox: How do people judge the validity of rumours if the real truths are never revealed? You cannot stop untruths happening if you do not disseminate real facts.
There. That was remarkably simple and short. Funny how it eludes degree holders with years of public service experience. Anyway bottom line: If you wanna halt rumours, you've gotta preempt them with the truth not truthiness (it's gonna be an Oxford certified word soon). Remember, rumours themselves are products of truthiness, and you really can't douse a fire with gasoline, or Bovine Excrement (Bullshit) for that matter.
Concerning the post below, I'm sure you can surmise through it's incisive insults and smirks that it's the product of a sibling. And so it is. For the record I cannot afford Jack Daniels and he's the spawn of diabolical marriages between a succubus and a balrog.
Now stop THAT rumour. Heh.
cheers
Good ol' Zam (Datuk Zainuddin Bin Maidin), our prolific (ramblings-wise) Information Minister is making good his new found power as a full minister. Now we all know that the rest of the cabinet are usually toothless room fillers, owing much to the centralisation of executive power in the PM office by our Grand Old Man and also the fact that they're like Malaysian classrooms, overcrowded and noisy. But this man is something. Emulating Badruddin Jerai and Bung Mokhtar, he's found his place in the limelight: The Reactionary Loudspeaker.
His latest adventure of course is the uneducated dream of to controlling blogging, a subject of the previous Clueless entry (I'll get to that later).
Here's the paradox: How do people judge the validity of rumours if the real truths are never revealed? You cannot stop untruths happening if you do not disseminate real facts.
There. That was remarkably simple and short. Funny how it eludes degree holders with years of public service experience. Anyway bottom line: If you wanna halt rumours, you've gotta preempt them with the truth not truthiness (it's gonna be an Oxford certified word soon). Remember, rumours themselves are products of truthiness, and you really can't douse a fire with gasoline, or Bovine Excrement (Bullshit) for that matter.
Concerning the post below, I'm sure you can surmise through it's incisive insults and smirks that it's the product of a sibling. And so it is. For the record I cannot afford Jack Daniels and he's the spawn of diabolical marriages between a succubus and a balrog.
Now stop THAT rumour. Heh.
cheers
