At the turn of every single year, there are two things you will certainly see on TV here in Hong Kong, and possibly elsewhere: the countdown, and the first baby of the year.
I may have become too cynical, but what is so news-worthy about a bunch of revellers shouting themselves hoarse “…5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, or the wishes of the parents whose baby happens to come to this world at a time?
Three weeks ago, I talked about how businessmen pounce on our unwillingness or even inability to think and feed us with what fits their agenda. For this unthinking generation, such unthinking journalism is most convenient and marketable.
We get what we deserve.