Ever suffered from a bad case of mistaken identity? Or had something ascribed to you- some loathsome thing or perhaps some feat of inimitable beauty and awe? Something for which you would not or ever could have been repsonsible?

Some wouldn't hasten to say that this wasn't a good week for God. But since the Western media has assumed a self-assigned god-hood status, that might serve to absolve the real God.

By character definitions alone, God can't give a miracle and then take it away. The media can, however. The miracle that wasn't in Tallmansville's Sago Mine in West Virginia this week is not primarily an assault on the character of God, in that God gave and then withdrew a miracle from the families of the 13 trapped miners who were somehow led to believe at least 12 of them had survived. This debacle was in part a revelatory indictment on the lust the media has to MAKE the news and not merely report it. To be the first to report it, confirmation be damned.

Whether it could be stopped or not once the rumor ball rolled, someone, (outside of God), somewhere knew the truth that only one had survived. This is not the first time misinformation has been reported as news and it won't be the last I presume. I don't imagine the greatest power is wielded in the fact that facts are fudged or not. The greatest power, mind you, rests in how adept these editorial minions fueling the media giants are in revealing and then withdrawing desired information to suit whatever agendas there may or may not be.

And what good does it do to offer supposed "messages from the grave" to the grieving families in the reporting of some notes being left by some dying miners that they weren't suffering, just merely "going to sleep?" And the families in West Virginia are supposed to believe that, in their last moments of consciousness, they devoted their time to that message, as opposed to sharing their loving goodbyes to the survivors they were leaving behind? Wouldn't that be the crux of any last words? If this was a part of the messages, why weren't we told they were? And this was beyond the point of any way physically furthering their survival? What were the means whereby they composed the notes?

Perhaps they did leave notes to that effect. But it sounds on the outside like an attempt to manipulate the course of grief by assuagement. If so, who would stand to gain from these goings on? The grief-ridden families? The perceptions and intuitions of the masses absorbing this psychodrama?

What you know isn't what might be dangerous to the ulterior agendas arrayed at whatever decency is left in the fabric of the American's heart and mind. It's whether you choose to believe what you know or simply dismiss it as fancy.