The Lies of The Sun

My feelings for the unfathomably popular publication – The Sun – are fairly obvious; the continuous spiel of irrelevant and uninteresting nonsense continues to be read by the pig-ignorant and is thoughtlessly lapped up as the mutant limb of the Murdoch empire grapples with their independent thought and thrusts speculative flights of fancy into the realms of ‘truth’.

I’ve had mild grumblings regarding this celeb-obsessed rag before, but this morning I awoke to the news that a good friend of mine had a ‘night of lust’ with X Factor’s resident librarian, Frankie Cocozza.

This ‘story’ is yet another example of an exaggerated and fictitious tale, conceived almost wholly within the minds of two dullards, concerned only with making the front page and becoming Rupert Murdoch’s latest lap dog. Andy Crick and Caroline Grant are typical examples of these Sun journalists; pedalling lies about a topic that has no relevance to the real world and has greater ramifications for no-one but the slandered.

The cowardly language used by these tabloids – ‘romp’, ‘night of lust’ – tickle around the edge of meaning and toy with the line of the law. The public all know their intentions, yet the arbitrary law allows this foul innuendo to prevail and the ill-talented writers like Crick and Grant are given free rein to fantasize about the habits of pseudo-celebrities, hell bent on simply being famous.

The system of remaining legally ambiguous enough for publishing emphasizes the fact (yes, I am able to deal in those) that the article they’ve written isn’t worth the ink it’s printed with. If there was a story worth printing, there would be facts available to report on and something to actually tell the country. As it is, explicit nudges are made towards a fabricated event and the ever-willing hoards of the ill-informed make the leaps of judgement necessary.

Thanks to the wonders of the internet, these readers make sweeping judgements within moments and share them instantly;

It must really be quite humbling to have someone calling themselves ‘cats-dogs-hamsters’ putting you to rights, and also I imagine it would make you change your life around immediately. Some hideously stupid Sun-reader deciding that you have no shame or morals is certainly something that would make me sit up and listen.

The problem is that the judgements spread, this story will be taking up by other more reputable papers (although still rather questionable as they are reporting on the X Factor) and the stereotype has the potential to stick.

To make the matter worse, Crick and Grant haven’t even spoken to the two girls linked to the fictional ‘romp’. Quotes have been put together to give the story credibility and presented as if they were actually collected from the horses’ mouths. The dabbling with the law surely comes into problems when manufactured quotations are given as hard facts, yet the gold plated lawyers Murdoch has spawned would easily deflect any attempts at justice by any ‘little people’.

It really does astound me that people continue to read and believe the endless tirade of fiction that comes out of that god-awful newspaper. I implore you to boycott this terrible publication and refuse to believe any lies that come from its bowels.


This post, I feel, now needs adapting slightly since the publication of a follow-up story in which said friend admitted various deeds with the X Factor charmer.

I still hate The Sun, though.