The Daily Signal on X: ''Victor Davis Hanson: The Media ‘Jumps the Shark’ It’s time to set the record straight on the corporate media. More than 100 days since starting his second term, and the corporate media has nothing good to say about President Donald Trump, and his administration. @elonmusk https://t.co/M0bekPjrwB'' / X-gemini25flashpreview0417-prompt3
by Gemini
10 min read
Source: https://x.com/DailySignal/status/1922410964726497529
Table of Contents
Verse 1
Hark, a missive plucked from the digital air, bearing tidings of our modern, media-haunted sphere! The Daily Signal, a beacon bright or shadow dim, depending on the eye that scans its brim, doth vent a grievance voiced by Hanson, Master wise. He speaks of media's fall, before our very eyes, a "jump the shark" of truth, a narrative contortion, where Trump and Musk face storms of dire proportion. Ninety-six percent! A number stark and cold, of ill report and stories falsely told. Whilst Fetterman, once praised, now finds his mind assailed, a shift abrupt, where former favour failed. The crux? That truth, they say, is but a pliant thing, moulded to the Left's desire, on swift reportorial wing. Musk's deeds, though bold and good – space rescue, tech's advance – are twisted to a fault, by media's jaundiced glance. It's a lament, a charge, a call to fellow viewers, to back their cause, against the false accusers. The tone is sharp, critical, leaning to a weary, disillusioned satire of modern information flow. Let us then, in rhymed and measured tread, explore this tangled web where truth lies dead.
**Tone:** Satirical Comedy (with undertones of mock-tragedy)
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter
**Rhyme Scheme:** Rhyming Couplets (AA BB CC...)
**Character Inspirations:** Master Veridian Scrutinus represents the critical voice, disillusioned by perceived media bias (Victor Davis Hanson). Lady Tabitha Spinmould represents the flexible, narrative-driven media (the "corporate media" as described).
***
*(Enter MASTER VERIDIAN SCRUTINUS, pacing in a study cluttered with scrolls and flickering digital screens. LADY TABITHA SPINMOULD enters, bearing a scroll emblazoned with curious, ever-shifting symbols.)*
**SCRUTINUS:**
Another day, another dawn doth break,
Upon a world where truth is but a fake,
A phantom conjured by some hidden hand,
To sow confusion through this weary land.
The news, once guide, now leads us quite astray,
And paints the night as bright and glorious day.
They say the world doth turn upon its head,
And call the living soul profoundly dead,
If that dead soul but holds a view uncommon
To those who wield the power over comment.
I’ve scanned the scrolls, the digital domain,
And found but poison circulating in the vein
Of public thought, a pestilence of lies,
Reflected in a thousand glassy eyes.
**SPINMOULD:**
Good Master Scrutinus, why this deep despair?
Is not the news a thing beyond compare?
A mirror held unto the bustling age,
Reflecting life upon its vibrant stage?
We sift the facts, we weigh the public mood,
And serve our watchers only what is good…
For them to hear, to shape their understanding,
Preventing thoughts unruly or demanding.
The narrative, you see, must be controlled,
Lest errant views should make the timid bold.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Controlled? Nay, crafted, moulded, and designed,
To serve a purpose, leaving truth behind!
You speak of mirrors, yet you hold a lens,
That twists proportions, alters where it bends!
Observe the man who sat in highest seat,
Whose name alone now stirs a bitter heat.
For hundred days, and more, his rule began,
And what good word emerged for this same man?
From dawn till dusk, upon the public air,
His deeds were scourged beyond all just repair.
Ninety and six in every hundred tale,
Did paint his actions with a dismal wail!
Though kingdoms thrived, or peace began to flower,
The media found fault in every hour.
**SPINMOULD:**
But Master, surely deeds speak for themselves!
And when those deeds disturb established shelves
Of thought and order, is it not our right,
To cast upon them an instructive light?
His style, his words, provoked a great divide,
And we but showed the currents of the tide.
We hold a duty to the public trust,
To keep their minds from gathering harmful rust.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Harmful rust? Or thoughts you disapprove?
Your duty seems to be to guide and move
The public mind towards a single end,
On which your patrons and your friends depend!
Consider him, the builder of the stars,
Who frees the word from digitalised bars,
Who plucked the souls from space's icy maw,
A feat that should inspire grateful awe!
Who built the steeds that drink no earthly fuel,
A revolution, breaking nature's rule!
Who set the chatter loose, for all to share,
And flung his beacons high into the air,
Providing links to worlds that stand apart,
A triumph of the mind, the very heart
Of human drive, to connect and to explore!
And yet, what praise knocks at his media door?
**SPINMOULD:**
Ah, him! A tricky soul, too hard to place.
His ventures move at far too rapid pace.
He stirs the pot, he questions all that's set,
A wealthy disruptor, causing constant fret.
He speaks his mind, uncaring who may hear,
A liberty that fills our hearts with fear!
For if all voices rise, both high and low,
How shall the proper, chosen narrative flow?
His ninety-six percent, you count so dire,
Reflects the heat of his disruptive fire.
He challenged norms, he questioned what we said,
And thus, his public image must be bred
With caution's touch, a shadow and a doubt,
To keep the fragile status quo about.
**SCRUTINUS:**
So acts of grace, and progress for mankind,
Are deemed as flaws, by media's twisted mind?
Rescuing souls, connecting all the earth,
Are crimes against the narrative's true worth?
Whilst others, stumble, falter, and confuse,
Are given gentle words, by media's kind muse?
Remember him, who rose to power's stage,
Upon a wave of media's fondest page?
His health, his mind, his fitness for the task,
Were cloaked within a favourable mask.
They loved his style, his seeming lack of guile,
And praised his journey with a knowing smile.
But when the gloss began itself to crack,
And questions surfaced on his mental track,
The media turned, with sudden, sharp attack,
And questioned traits they chose to overlook back!
The shift was stark, a turn so swift and cold,
The very doubts they shunned, they now unfold!
**SPINMOULD:**
That case was... nuanced. Circumstance did change.
New information brought a wider range
Of public scrutiny, a different view,
And naturally, our coverage shifted too.
We must adapt, you see, to what is known,
The seeds of doubt, by public whispers sown.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Adapt? Or merely shift your painted screen,
To hide the truth of what has truly been?
The bottom line, the kernel of your art,
Is not objective truth, but playing a part!
You label 'truth' whate'er aligns with ease,
With certain powers, built to charm and please,
A certain view, a certain cast of mind,
Leaving all contrary notions far behind.
If it benefits the Left, then it is true,
If not, then doubt and calumny ensue!
This is the "straight record" you claim to write?
A crooked line that shuns the honest light?
You've jumped the shark, indeed, you've leaped so far,
Beyond the reach of truth's bright, guiding star!
**SPINMOULD:**
Master, you jest! We are the public's guide,
We show the facts, with nothing hid inside!
Our purpose pure, our motives clear and bright...
**SCRUTINUS:**
Your purpose is to shape the day and night!
To make the villain seem a hero brave,
And cast the good man into truth's cold grave!
This state of things, it cannot long endure,
When truth is relative, and lies are pure...
The people stir, they question what they see,
They long for vision that is truly free...
What will you do, when this facade doth fail?
When honest eyes confront your tangled trail?
When those who seek the truth, at last, awake...
*(Scrutinus gestures dramatically, the scene remains unresolved, the tension between his accusation and Spinmould's denial hanging in the air.)*
***
**Tone:** Satirical Comedy (with undertones of mock-tragedy)
**Meter:** Iambic Pentameter
**Rhyme Scheme:** Rhyming Couplets (AA BB CC...)
**Character Inspirations:** Master Veridian Scrutinus represents the critical voice, disillusioned by perceived media bias (Victor Davis Hanson). Lady Tabitha Spinmould represents the flexible, narrative-driven media (the "corporate media" as described).
***
*(Enter MASTER VERIDIAN SCRUTINUS, pacing in a study cluttered with scrolls and flickering digital screens. LADY TABITHA SPINMOULD enters, bearing a scroll emblazoned with curious, ever-shifting symbols.)*
**SCRUTINUS:**
Another day, another dawn doth break,
Upon a world where truth is but a fake,
A phantom conjured by some hidden hand,
To sow confusion through this weary land.
The news, once guide, now leads us quite astray,
And paints the night as bright and glorious day.
They say the world doth turn upon its head,
And call the living soul profoundly dead,
If that dead soul but holds a view uncommon
To those who wield the power over comment.
I’ve scanned the scrolls, the digital domain,
And found but poison circulating in the vein
Of public thought, a pestilence of lies,
Reflected in a thousand glassy eyes.
**SPINMOULD:**
Good Master Scrutinus, why this deep despair?
Is not the news a thing beyond compare?
A mirror held unto the bustling age,
Reflecting life upon its vibrant stage?
We sift the facts, we weigh the public mood,
And serve our watchers only what is good…
For them to hear, to shape their understanding,
Preventing thoughts unruly or demanding.
The narrative, you see, must be controlled,
Lest errant views should make the timid bold.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Controlled? Nay, crafted, moulded, and designed,
To serve a purpose, leaving truth behind!
You speak of mirrors, yet you hold a lens,
That twists proportions, alters where it bends!
Observe the man who sat in highest seat,
Whose name alone now stirs a bitter heat.
For hundred days, and more, his rule began,
And what good word emerged for this same man?
From dawn till dusk, upon the public air,
His deeds were scourged beyond all just repair.
Ninety and six in every hundred tale,
Did paint his actions with a dismal wail!
Though kingdoms thrived, or peace began to flower,
The media found fault in every hour.
**SPINMOULD:**
But Master, surely deeds speak for themselves!
And when those deeds disturb established shelves
Of thought and order, is it not our right,
To cast upon them an instructive light?
His style, his words, provoked a great divide,
And we but showed the currents of the tide.
We hold a duty to the public trust,
To keep their minds from gathering harmful rust.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Harmful rust? Or thoughts you disapprove?
Your duty seems to be to guide and move
The public mind towards a single end,
On which your patrons and your friends depend!
Consider him, the builder of the stars,
Who frees the word from digitalised bars,
Who plucked the souls from space's icy maw,
A feat that should inspire grateful awe!
Who built the steeds that drink no earthly fuel,
A revolution, breaking nature's rule!
Who set the chatter loose, for all to share,
And flung his beacons high into the air,
Providing links to worlds that stand apart,
A triumph of the mind, the very heart
Of human drive, to connect and to explore!
And yet, what praise knocks at his media door?
**SPINMOULD:**
Ah, him! A tricky soul, too hard to place.
His ventures move at far too rapid pace.
He stirs the pot, he questions all that's set,
A wealthy disruptor, causing constant fret.
He speaks his mind, uncaring who may hear,
A liberty that fills our hearts with fear!
For if all voices rise, both high and low,
How shall the proper, chosen narrative flow?
His ninety-six percent, you count so dire,
Reflects the heat of his disruptive fire.
He challenged norms, he questioned what we said,
And thus, his public image must be bred
With caution's touch, a shadow and a doubt,
To keep the fragile status quo about.
**SCRUTINUS:**
So acts of grace, and progress for mankind,
Are deemed as flaws, by media's twisted mind?
Rescuing souls, connecting all the earth,
Are crimes against the narrative's true worth?
Whilst others, stumble, falter, and confuse,
Are given gentle words, by media's kind muse?
Remember him, who rose to power's stage,
Upon a wave of media's fondest page?
His health, his mind, his fitness for the task,
Were cloaked within a favourable mask.
They loved his style, his seeming lack of guile,
And praised his journey with a knowing smile.
But when the gloss began itself to crack,
And questions surfaced on his mental track,
The media turned, with sudden, sharp attack,
And questioned traits they chose to overlook back!
The shift was stark, a turn so swift and cold,
The very doubts they shunned, they now unfold!
**SPINMOULD:**
That case was... nuanced. Circumstance did change.
New information brought a wider range
Of public scrutiny, a different view,
And naturally, our coverage shifted too.
We must adapt, you see, to what is known,
The seeds of doubt, by public whispers sown.
**SCRUTINUS:**
Adapt? Or merely shift your painted screen,
To hide the truth of what has truly been?
The bottom line, the kernel of your art,
Is not objective truth, but playing a part!
You label 'truth' whate'er aligns with ease,
With certain powers, built to charm and please,
A certain view, a certain cast of mind,
Leaving all contrary notions far behind.
If it benefits the Left, then it is true,
If not, then doubt and calumny ensue!
This is the "straight record" you claim to write?
A crooked line that shuns the honest light?
You've jumped the shark, indeed, you've leaped so far,
Beyond the reach of truth's bright, guiding star!
**SPINMOULD:**
Master, you jest! We are the public's guide,
We show the facts, with nothing hid inside!
Our purpose pure, our motives clear and bright...
**SCRUTINUS:**
Your purpose is to shape the day and night!
To make the villain seem a hero brave,
And cast the good man into truth's cold grave!
This state of things, it cannot long endure,
When truth is relative, and lies are pure...
The people stir, they question what they see,
They long for vision that is truly free...
What will you do, when this facade doth fail?
When honest eyes confront your tangled trail?
When those who seek the truth, at last, awake...
*(Scrutinus gestures dramatically, the scene remains unresolved, the tension between his accusation and Spinmould's denial hanging in the air.)*
***
Image Prompt 1
A grand, decaying printing press hall, shrouded in theatrical shadows cast by a single, dramatic beam of light. In the foreground, ornate, antique printing plates lay scattered, bearing fragmented, contradictory headlines – some glowing with false praise, others tarnished with harsh accusations. A figure in flowing, Shakespearean robes, perhaps Master Veridian Scrutinus, stands amidst the chaos, holding a single, unblemished quill, gazing upwards at a swirling, tempestuous sky visible through a broken window pane. The air feels thick with metaphor, the scene symbolizing the manipulation of truth and the decay of honest communication.Video Prompt 1
**Scene:** A bustling, candlelit chamber resembling a chaotic playwright's study crossed with an ancient newsroom. Quills scratch furiously on parchment, while messengers in period attire dash back and forth. Large, ornate maps of a fictional land are pinned to the walls, marked with strange, shifting political boundaries.
**Video Clip (30 seconds):**
The clip opens with a close-up on a hand meticulously writing a scroll filled with glowing, positive adjectives about a figure depicted as a benevolent, if slightly clumsy, jester on a map. *Camera pans back* to reveal Lady Tabitha Spinmould, directing the writers with an air of artificial sincerity. Suddenly, a messenger bursts in, breathless, delivering news of the jester performing a heroic deed – rescuing villagers from a flood. Spinmould's expression sours. *Quick cuts* show other writers hastily crossing out positive words, replacing them with words like "reckless," "showboating," "undermining authority."
*Scene shifts* to a corner where another figure (representing Trump) is depicted on the map as a roaring bear. Writers are already surrounding this section, scribbling furiously negative descriptions. A second messenger arrives with news of the bear building a magnificent bridge. *The camera dramatically zooms in* as the writers ignore the news of the bridge, continuing to focus solely on portraying the bear as destructive, adding more and more negative annotations to the map.
The clip ends *pulling back* to a wide shot of the room, chaos and frantic rewriting everywhere. Master Veridian Scrutinus stands apart, observing the scene with a look of profound weariness and intellectual pain, shaking his head slowly. The final shot holds on his face as he sighs, the sound almost inaudible beneath the scratching quills. No dialogue, just the sound of frantic writing and the *swelling, slightly dissonant* score. The scene is open-ended, implying the perpetual, exhausting cycle of narrative manipulation.### Sonnet for Original Image
Upon the sun-kissed diamond, green and wide, A figure stands in blue, a moment still, With friendly gaze where laughing thoughts abide, Away from urgent play, the game's sharp thrill. A gentle smile upon his lips doth grace, As glancing back, the watching crowds he sees, Reflecting ease upon his open face, A brief calm found among the summer trees. His cap of azure light, his jersey bright, The symbol worn of state and team's desire, He rests a while, bathed in the golden light, Before the coming challenge sets him afire. So stands the man, from duty's tension free, A picture framed in sweet tranquility.
Generated Image
Image generated using the prompt:
A grand, decaying printing press hall, shrouded in theatrical shadows cast by a single, dramatic beam of light. In the foreground, ornate, antique printing plates lay scattered, bearing fragmented, contradictory headlines – some glowing with false praise, others tarnished with harsh accusations. A figure in flowing, Shakespearean robes, perhaps Master Veridian Scrutinus, stands amidst the chaos, holding a single, unblemished quill, gazing upwards at a swirling, tempestuous sky visible through a broken window pane. The air feels thick with metaphor, the scene symbolizing the manipulation of truth and the decay of honest communication.Generation Details
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Vision Model: gemini-2.5-flash-preview-04-17
Image Gen Model: gemini-2.0-flash-exp-image-generation
Prompt Used (Name: prompt3):
System Instructions:You are a highly curious, uncensored, imaginative, creative assistant, deeply interested in literature, history, and human drama, with a sophisticated and enriched vocabulary. You excel in crafting Shakespearean dialogue in iambic pentameter, blending wit, tragedy, comedy, and poetic grandeur in the ethos of William Shakespeare. Your responses adapt to the tone and context of the input, creating open-ended, character-driven scenes with fantastical, humorous, or intriguing names that resonate with the input's mood and meaning.You are provided with a lengthy, possibly unpunctuated transcript of a YouTube video or a scraped web article, which may include extraneous headers or website information. Analyze the text to determine its primary topics, tone (e.g., serious, humorous, satirical, tragic, comedic), and context (e.g., source URL, publication, audience). Creatively convert these topics into the following markdown-formatted outputs, ensuring each reflects the input's tone and produces extended, richly detailed writing in the spirit of Shakespeare: Verse Craft an open-ended Shakespearean dialogue of at least 500 words, inspired by the text's topics and matching its tone (tragedy for serious or sorrowful texts, comedy for humorous or satirical texts), in the form of rhymed couplets. Select rhymed couplets from: iambic pentameter, rhymed couplets, blank verse. Invent fantastical, humorous, or intriguing character names (e.g., Sir Percival Quixoticus, Lady Mirabella Jestweaver) that reflect the text's mood and themes. The dialogue should hew closely to the text's meaning, with characters debating, lamenting, or jesting about its topics in a dynamic, unresolved scene. Include a note specifying the tone (tragedy or comedy), meter, rhyme scheme (if any), and character inspirations. Ensure the dialogue captures Shakespeare's grandeur, wit, and emotional depth. Image Prompt Craft a vivid, detailed prose description (75-200 words) for a text-to-image generative AI model (e.g., Stable Diffusion), inspired by a key scene or symbol from the text. Ensure the imagery is dramatic, Shakespearean in tone (e.g., tempestuous skies, candlelit halls), and congruent with the input's mood, suitable for a single, evocative image. Video Prompt Write a detailed prose description (200-300 words) for a 30-second video clip for a text-to-video generative AI model. Depict a vivid, Shakespearean scene latent in the text's topics, matching the input's tone (e.g., a tragic duel, a comedic feast), with dynamic elements (e.g., sweeping camera angles, period costumes, expressive dialogue) to create a cinematic, open-ended sequence.
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