Brian Williams, Diane Sawyer, Scott Pelley, and Salvador Dali

Brian Williams, Diane Sawyer, Scott Pelley, and Salvador Dali

by Jon Rappoport

February 5, 2014

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

Salvador Dali was one of the most reviled painters of the 20th century.

He disturbed Conventional Folk who just wanted to see an apple in a bowl on a table.

Dali’s apples and bowls were executed with a technical skill few artists could match—except that the apples were coming out of a woman’s nose while she was ironing the back of a giraffe, who was on fire. Sin! Mortal sin!

“It doesn’t go together! It doesn’t make sense! He’s Satan!”

Yet, these same Folk sit in front of the television screen every night and watch the network news. Elite anchors seamlessly and quickly move from blood running in the streets of a distant land to a hairdryer product recall to an unseasonal hail storm in Michigan to a debate about public policy on pedophiles to genetically engineered mosquitoes in Florida to a possible breakthrough in storing computer simulations of human brains for later recapture to squirrels gathering nuts in New Jersey.

Nothing surreal about this??

Cognitive dissonance, imprinted on minds that accept every flip and jip and fancy. Why not? It’s the news. It has to be normal.

The best of the best mind control is applied by the three major network anchors: Brian Williams, Scott Pelley, and Diane Sawyer.

They don’t do it as well as Cronkite, Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, and Edward R Murrow once worked their magic, but they’re fairly good practitioners of the art. Brian Williams is the current champion.

Dan Rather was an interesting case. At one time, he was quite convincing. He was a “trusted voice.” But then he faltered and stumbled over the George W Bush military-service scandal, and he went down in flames. Even before that, you could see occasional cracks in his armor. He was questioning his own faith. He was flickering a bit here and there, like a doubting priest in the Roman Church who had no one to confess to.

When the elite anchor goes on air and digs in, he’s seamless. He could be transitioning from mass killings in East Asia to sub-standard air conditioners, and he makes the audience track through the absurd curve in the road.

Then there is the voice itself. The elite anchor has a voice that soothes just a bit but brooks no resistance. It’s authoritative but not demanding. Scott Pelley (CBS) is careful to watch himself on this count, because his tendency is to shove the message down the viewer’s throat like a surgeon making an incision with an icepick.

Pelley used to look down his nose at the great unwashed. He’s been working to correct that. He’s a high-IQ android who’s training himself to be human.

Diane Sawyer wanders into sloppiness, like a housewife who’s still wearing her bathrobe at 4 in the afternoon. She exudes sympathetic syrup, as if she’s had a few cocktails for lunch. And she affects a pose of “caring too much.”

Brian Williams is head and shoulders above his two competitors. You have to look and listen hard to spot a speck of confusion in his delivery. He knows exactly how to believe his act is real. He can also flick a little aw-shucks apple-pie at the viewer. Country boy who moved to the big city.

If none of these anchors could have “pulled the country together” after JFK’s assassination, it’s in part because that country doesn’t exist anymore. America doesn’t want a Cronkite daddy.

The vocal delivery of an elite anchor has to work minor poetic rhythms into prose. Shallow hills and valleys. Clip it here and there. Give the important words a pop. Make no mistake about it, this is hypnosis at work. Not the cheesy stage act with three rubes sitting in chairs, waiting to be made into fools by the used-car- salesman type waving a pendulum. This is higher-class stuff. It flows with certainty. It entrains and conditions brains. The audience tunes in every night to get their fix.

That’s the key. The audience doesn’t really care about content. They want the delivery, the sound, the voice of the face.

Brain Williams could do a story about three hookers getting thrown out of a restaurant by a doctor celebrating his anniversary with his wife, and it would come across like the Pentagon sending warships into the Gulf.

Diane Sawyer couldn’t. That’s why Williams’ ratings are higher.

Segues, blends are absolutely vital. These are the transitions between one story and another. “Earlier today, in Boston.” “Meanwhile, in New York, the police are reporting.” “But on the Hill, the news was somewhat disappointing for supporters of the president.”

Doing excellent blends can earn an anchor millions of dollars. The audience doesn’t wobble or falter or make distinctions between what went before and what’s coming now. It’s all one script. It’s one winding story every night.

Therefore, the viewer doesn’t need to think. Which is the acid test. If the ratings are high enough and the audience isn’t thinking, we have a winner.

Corollary: the audience doesn’t notice the parameters of stories, how they’re bounded and defined and artificially constructed to omit deeper themes and various criminals who are committing outrageous crimes that aren’t supposed to be exposed.

Brian Williams, with just a bit of his twanging emphasis, can say, “Today, pharmaceutical giant Glaxo was fined one-point-nine billions dollars,” but he can’t tie all the horrendous stories of medical-drug damage together in a searing indictment of the whole industry.

The audience needs to remain oblivious to this larger story. The anchor ensures and guarantees a clueless missing bottom line. That’s his job. That’s his underlying assignment.

It’s called, in intelligence circles, a limited hangout. You expose a piece of a crime, in order to transmit the illusion of guilt-and-justice, while the true RICO dimensions are kept out of view.

Elite anchors are the princes of limit hangouts. That is their stock in trade. Sell the illusion of justice while concealing the bulk of the iceberg that is under water.

The audience can watch and listen to hours of coverage on revolutions and counter-revolutions in the Middle East, but they can’t suspect that the US and NATO are funding terrorists dressed up as freedom fighters, in order destabilize and destroy nations in that region.

“More gunfire and explosions in the capital city today…”

Then there is a little thing called conscience. The elite anchor can’t have one. He has to pretend to have one, but it isn’t real.

Every year, the anchor covers dozens of scandals that are left to wither and die on the vine and fall down the memory hole, never to be seen again, except perhaps for a much-later task-force or commission report that equivocates and exonerates the major players.

The anchor has to deal with this. He has to develop memory loss.

In editorial meetings at his own network offices, if someone mentions trillions in government bailouts to banks, he can frown slightly and thus impart, “It’s stale, it’s old.”

And when it comes to the elites the anchor is pledged to? CFR, Rockefeller interests, Wall Street, Goldman Sachs, government-allied Big Medicine, Globalism, and so on? Nary a damaging word will be said. Nothing to see, nothing to say. No problem.

Therefore, the viewing audience doesn’t suspect these controlling entities are doing anything wrong or, in some cases, even exist.

Conspiracy? “Aw shucks, I really do have sympathy for the people who dig up this stuff. And I’m not saying all of it is wrong, either. But you know, journalism is about plumbing for facts and verifying them. That’s the hard truth we have to face in this business. Going on the air with a possible this and a possible that is ultimately irresponsible. If we who present the news feel an occasional impulse to wing it, we have to rein ourselves in. Restraint is part of our job…”

Show these jokers a few devastating books by Anthony Sutton or Caroll Quigley and they’ll nod and say, “I did read that one in college. It was interesting but a little thin, I thought…”

The anchors project a sense they’re doing science. Gathering facts, verifying, testing, repeating the study again to see if it holds up, checking the checkers, confirming the sources, tailoring the assertions to make sure there’s no wandering off the well-researched path.

It’s part of the act.

The elite anchor has to impart the impression that he’s personally familiar with the events he’s reporting. That’s nonsense. He isn’t touching actual events with a ten-foot pole. He isn’t doing journalism himself. But the audience must think he is.

“Washington has been the scene of many battles. But the current tussle at the top of the fiscal cliff is becoming an exercise in outrage on both sides. Today, behind closed doors…”

Some anchors are managing editors of their own broadcasts. That means they sit around like newspaper editors and listen to lesser editors present the stories of the day. The anchors ask questions and pick and choose which pieces they’ll cover on the evening news, and they decide the sequence, but their hands never touch the events themselves.

It’s more illusion. A well-trained and literate high-school sophomore from Nome could go on air, with a decent haircut, and read the news.

But backed up by expert technicians, a good set decorator, and a pro make-up person, Williams, Pelley, and Sawyer will give you the kind of living fiction that has become its own genre.

The audience is delivered clues about what they are supposed to feel at every turn in the road, and they respond with their own unalloyed faith.


exit from the matrix


When Paddy Chaevsky wrote the definitive film about news, Network, he had his anchor, Howard Beale, break from the format and tell people to stick their heads out of their windows and shout, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!”

Most people forget that Beale, with the highest ratings in news history, went on to host his own hybrid program, after the news division was turned over to the entertainment wing of the network. And this new show portrayed Beale as a kind of mesmerizing (wacko) priest, a religious figure.

The audience’s faith in the anchor was magnified.

Then, when confronted by a superior priest, Arthur Jensen, chairman of the holding company that owns the network, Beale learns that all of society is organized as one interlocked forever-corporation, and the universe itself wants it that way.

Beale succumbs and falls under Jensen’s spell. The anchor who hypnotizes millions of people every night becomes the hypnotized subject.

Today’s elite anchors have this dual aspect. They control minds and they also put themselves in a mind-controlled state, in order to believe in what they are doing. They don’t need an Arthur Jensen. It’s all self-inflicted. That’s one step better.

No need to censor stories from above. The anchors have a finely honed sense of what is permissible and what isn’t.

The mind-control flicker machine runs on its own.

In early human societies, the story teller was a principal figure. He wove the tribe’s experiences into a coherent whole, and built layers of cosmology. Story tellers formed an elite priest caste and spun official metaphysical doctrine.

Today, people feel the same need for narrators. The news anchors. Although these front men for the news no longer use metaphysics to control the masses, they do covertly obey the old rule: tell only part of story.

Guard the rest from public view.

In ancient times, the rationale for hiding key secrets was explained in terms of stages of privileged initiations into “the magic.” Today, millions of people are led to believe their news narrators are giving us everything there is. Other than their stories, there is nothing. So in this secular media religion, people believe they have only two choices: swallow the news reality, or face a cold vacuum.

Their bottomless need for a story teller survives.

But…

Comes the Internet.

And then the whole world turns upside down.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

17 comments on “Brian Williams, Diane Sawyer, Scott Pelley, and Salvador Dali

  1. genomega1 says:

    Reblogged this on News You May Have Missed and commented:
    Brian Williams, Diane Sawyer, Scott Pelley, and Salvador Dali

  2. And that’s the way it is! This is Jon R with the
    NEEWWZZZ, good night.

  3. You only made one mistake. It’s worse than you think. It’s not just the anchors. It’s much deeper than that. So deep that many people who actually work to make it happen don’t realize the crap they are producing. They have no idea.And it’s not just the political and financial news – it happens in medicine, show business, sports, etc.

    • Greg O. says:

      Okay, if no one else is going to pipe up:

      P. Health Freedom — Nowhere in the article does the author imply that it’s “just the anchors” who are the big evil villains of the world. If you read any of his previous work, you will find that he is not shy when it comes to calling out the criminal, suit and tie wearing scum, who actually pull the strings of these sock puppets in the mainstream media.

  4. You’re on to something Jon, you bring in Dali to anchor, and I’ll watch the news for the first time in bout 45 years.

    • theodorewesson says:

      Like.

      • Michael says:

        45 years…wow, long time. So you haven’t watch the news since the Berlin wall came down…you knew the wall came down , right!

        Pastiche…its being done. John Stewart, and Bill Maher try as they may, stretch to be as entertaining as the wonderful Maestro Dali would have been…I’m sure he (Salvador) would be trashing Gaga for ripping off his entrance from a egg… Biatch!. Un Chien Andalou would always follow the evening news as the late late night movie.
        That guy was more fun than a box of cracker Jack. I would watch the evening news also…if
        Salvador was the anchor.

  5. 7thpillar says:

    Does anyone really watch the News on the big three anymore?

    I’m 54 and I haven’t watched the so-called news on ABC, NBC or CBS in decades. I only know one of the anchors you mention and that’s because she used to be cute – I have no idea if she is anymore because I don’t tune in.

    Whatever your concern about these so-called “anchors” is probably misplaced because they no longer matter.

    The Boot-Strap Expat
    http://7thpillar.wordpress.com/

  6. Julian Lev says:

    It seems like there is a narrative that falls below the human range of hearing that is a kind of bass line telling us how we should feel about what we are being told. In the days of Cronkite, it was that the wise and benevolent fathers are keeping us safely in the nest. Now, the feeling is that there is no nest other than the one you create yourself and the narrator is telling you who is really on your side in your war against a destructive society and world as you preserve what little you have, who to point your gun at. It’s hard to watch the news these days and walk away with any sense of security

    • Greg O. says:

      Julian,
      I’m not sure that ‘walking away from the news with a sense of security’ should be the reader/viewers goal of any newscast. Unless you mean in the sense that you’ve been given a reasonably honest and objective interpretation of the days events.

      I think that the present crop of liars laying the Matrix-Mind-Meld on us have continued in the grand tradition of the ‘benevolent father/mother’ role. I think they’ve mastered that ‘bass line’ or that subliminal, mind-numbing lower frequency quite well. In fact, with decades to work on this, they’ve honed it to a fine edge. It’s absolutely necessary to our Overlords grand scheme that these marionettes keep the populace disengaged from reality long enough until they’re ready to pull the rug completely out from under us.

      In my town, the local news outlets practice the same drill, albeit with a veritable “team” of Hairdos in every race, color, gender and personality-type, complete with the requisite chummy, forced banter as they “toss” (trade lingo for giving up the mic to another newsreader) the “story” back and forth between themselves for no reason other than to look busy; all the while being very careful to leave out any meaningful context during those precious few moments when they’re actually trying to convey any semi-meaningful information between THE REAL IMPORTANT NEWS of pop-tart twerking and the trials and travails of the local NFL team. All of this is neatly summed up in their self-congratulatory, constantly hyped promos, with the line: “News for your well being– served up with a little bit of fun!”.

      The delusion will keep humming right along if everybody just does their job.

  7. Brian says:

    Williams and Sawyer are card-carrying CFR members. Not sure about the other guy. They are either furthering an agenda they truly believe in, or are the useful idiots. Same difference either way.

  8. Jarrod says:

    I wonder what would happen if Brian William’s sat down and watched a recording of himself delivering the news?
    A feedback hypnosis loop, at which time he would pull down his pants, squat and birth a litter of baby kittens?
    Probably.

  9. Mary Kellogg says:

    I’d be tempted to watch the evening news again for entertainment value, if the three anchors could be replaced with Bugs, Elmer and the Road Runner. Beep beep.

  10. Greg O. says:

    “Although these front men for the news no longer use metaphysics to control the masses, they do covertly obey the old rule: tell only part of story.”

    Now it’s megapixels and megacycles that are the anchors stock in trade. (Allan Watt has some interesting thoughts on this)

    Brian Williams and his fellow corporate/government shills must put themselves through some convoluted ethical and mental gymnastics to justify their nightly breech of journalistic integrity.

    I picture in my mind that scene in the movie “All That Jazz” where Roy Shieder, as the Broadway choreographer Bob Fosse, readys himself in front of the makeup mirror before each nights performance by dramatically proclaiming “IT’S SHOWTIME!”– complete with theatrical expression and ‘jazz hands’.

    Of course, it’s highly probable that, at this stage in his meteoric rise to Elite Anchor-dumb, Brian Williams is past the point of realizing that his whole existence is an illusion. He’s so invested in the lie that he’s mentally incapable of shattering the matrix and his place in it.

    However, IF, by some miracle, he did awaken from his self-imposed trance, and IF, by some miracle, he did muster up the courage to wander off the Corporate Media reservation and have His OWN Howard Beale Moment; he would be a hero of epic proportions.

    But, I’m not holding my breath.

    It’s nothing less than tragic that a significant portion of the viewing public still takes this man at his word. It’s also a shame that blogs like this are necessary to do his job for him.

    • theodorewesson says:

      you wrote: “However, IF, by some miracle, he did awaken from his self-imposed trance, and IF, by some miracle, he did muster up the courage to wander off the Corporate Media reservation and have His OWN Howard Beale Moment; he would be a hero of epic proportions.”

      ~~~~

      “This is the thing. They thought they could rush John Smith, the most famous television anchor in the world, to Bellevue, after he went off on his news broadcast. They thought they could sneak him through the back door.

      “But the hospital was surrounded by reporters with camera crews when they got there. And Smith wasn’t drugged yet, nor was he was in a straitjacket…”

      http://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/if-an-elite-television-anchor-confessed-to-everything/

      • Greg O. says:

        @theodorewesson,

        Yeah, that was a good one.

        Though, I’m sure if Brian Williams, Scott Pelley or Dianne Sawyer decided to ‘go rogue’ like John Smith, their handlers would make sure they met with an “untimely accident” before they ever got a chance to address the public — at least not before they were pumped full of drugs and properly “re-educated”.

  11. Michael says:

    I find it interesting how things get here…the evolution of the hammer say over a millennium. From a rock thonged on the end of a hardwood stick, to the wonderful item, sculpted and fitting the hand so well…and in its obsolescence, pushed out by air-nailers.

    One can follow the line from, people sitting around a fire, thousands of years ago, telling stories; drudging to a priesthood, who dominate and dogmatize the stories, till they become the myth carriers, carrying the ‘myth of the day’…onward, and upwards, down that evolutionary path were all things old seem to come into the modern… part of the evolution of the paradigm. To the “Hear yee, hear yee.” cryer on a box. Finally the modern storyteller, a news anchor at the end of that great evolutionary process of story tellers.

    Humans are creatures of habit, some habits last longer than they should.

    Listening to some schmuck tell us a story, like children round the campfire about how the world works, were the tiger lives, who is the boogie man… impugning in subtle ways how to feel about the stories, like a big Papa describing the shadows on the cave wall… morality tales for the clan.

    The end of Empire is cheap and tawdry thing to watch, it is about lies and regret, it is soft and flabby…the news anchor has become ‘Newspeak’.

    The real storyteller is dead.
    Michael

    “My mother said I broke her heart…but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it’s all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us…but within that inch we are free.” –Alan Moore

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