So you can’t get any real good and juicy shots of the fire and explosions. It is a social media speedway these days and you gotta’ get the news out an hour ago or some Jackhammerjohn will jump the gun and beat other news tributaries by
‘that much’. (Make a pincer gesture with your thumb and index finger)
So if you can’t dredge a real photo of the fighting fast enough, just dig up another pik of some random fire and brimstone and slap a caption under a exploding night-time fire pyre for dramatic affect. The Knob Creek Gun Range, in West Point, Kentucky supplied the fiery graphics. Professional ethics were supplied by The National Enquirer. Or Somebody that told us they were from the Inquirer.
It has become so tragically familiar, that reality is a disposable commodity. Like the trouth that gets you what you want, A lie that gets you what you want has just the same moral value as any random act that benefits the actor. Thus the truth itself dies as a value in the culture. Without the truth there is no culture.