The Bar

“But those giant presses and barrels of ink and fleets of delivery trucks were never what made newspapers invaluable. What gave newspapers their value was the mission and promise of journalism—the hope that someone was getting paid to wade into the daily tide of manure, sort through its deliberate lies and cunning half-truths, and tell a story straight. There is a reason why newspaper reporters, despite polls that show consistently low public regard for journalists, are the heroes of so many films.”

Drop whatever it is you are doing and read this article from The Atlantic. I posted this back in 2009. Our media cesspool has breeched its confines. This is the reckoning, this election. The way talking heads comport themselves with candidates, late night hosts fluffing yellowish combovers, conspiracy allowed to become real because: clicks, ratings, rinse, repeat.

Reporters report. Reporters dig. They go places and talk to actual people when the money is available for them to do so (which is practically never). I am beyond disgusted with the media that has been thrust upon us by a gutless turds, unwilling to pin down a candidate, show us the lies vs. the truth, uncover important issues — not what the Prime Minster is wearing, or whatever Dr. Oz is up to.

And the crowd goes wild.

We need journalists. We need reporters.