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Poisoned Blood

Armenia — Funeral services of Private Sasoun Mkrtchian – a contract serviceman, scout-gunner who fell during the clashes at the Nagorno Karabakh contact line, Yerablur, Yerevan, 05Apr2016

My eyes are hurting… It takes me 5 seconds to read the title and look at the illustration, another 10-15 seconds are needed to separate propaganda from fact in the lead of the story. I skim through hundreds if not thousands of such articles per day and I don’t need to read the full article to know what I’m dealing with. It is pure fascism.
My eyes are hurting… It takes  5 seconds to evaluate the comment from a look at the user-pic and the first three words, another 10-15 seconds are needed to delete the comment. Hundreds if not thousands of them daily. Comments and letters to the editor. I don’t need to read it all to know what I’m dealing with. It is pure fascism.
My heart is hurting… I absorbed all that fascism, I ruthlessly separated it from facts and I only let out what I believed was the painful truth about this horrible 4-day war.
Today I cracked…
My heart is hurting…
My optimism is gone…
My belief in humanity is gone…
My blood is poisoned…
 
 
 

By Artur Papyan

Journalist, blogger, digital security and media consultant

2 replies on “Poisoned Blood”

վայ Արթ ջան… ոնց եմ զգում քո հոգնածությունը, your weariness…

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