Like, Tom Cruise's dog, or the Pope's. Later, I found I have a substantial brain tumor inside my head. Hey, I'm willing to give it a try if they are. The sickening, paranoid truth in today's media-driven economy is that if someone is getting to you, chances are they have paid a price to do so. Every story is placed.
Every successful book is flogged to the death.
Every spontaneous outburst by a politician was market-tested before it broke through to your world. The better the idea seems to you, the more money went into making it seem so. It makes me sad. But I am a sucker for being known. And they who did the implanting stand to benefit from your thinking it.