Terrorism takes an ugly face and makes it uglier. Masks can’t hide the hideous nature of any man, woman or group of people who find sick pleasure in terrorising others for their own gain.
This year’s election has brought to light what so many of us have known for a long time. Journalism is dead.
TRUE journalism is dead.
The exact hour when the cancer took hold and began it’s twisted erosion of our media is unclear but it wasn’t too long ago that it began to fester.
I remember singing along to Dirty Laundry several years ago and the lyrics were more true than I imagined at that time. Today, the lyrics tell a haunting story of “told ya so”.
“Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie We love to cut you down to size”
When journalists and those who pay them to come up with wonderfully outlandish articles go out of their way to get as much dirt as they can from those individuals who really aren’t bad people, it shows their lack of integrity. When they go out of their way to paint pretty little flowers around the feet of terrorists, it shows their lack of intelligence.
If those in charge of what journalists can and can not report dictate to them that if they do not bring them dirt on those who are not dirty and clean up those who are filthy, they are themselves guilty of creating monsters in the real world.
Journalists have sadly sunken to the level of lawyers… we all know the jokes about lawyers and how underhanded they are. And we all know it isn’t true of all lawyers… somewhere along the line they got a reputation and all were placed in a stereo-type they may never outlive. Thing is… this year’s election has placed the lawyer above the journalist.
Congratulations to those journalists who sunk so low that other “good” journalists must hang their heads in shame and feel embarrassed to speak their own profession.
They hung themselves by their own hypocritical words.
