Although there are definite party-lines in the world of the media, journalism has two standards by which they are judged: those who got caught lying, and those whom have not....yet. Now, I am not saying that they all lie...
I am simply saying a whole lot of them do.
The aggrandizement is usually about themselves, as in Brian Williams' case, when he may have used some figurative language to describe his helicopter journey while on the scene in war-torn Iraq. Sometimes the aggrandizement comes by way of a third party or social issue, as in the case of Janet Cooke, a reporter for The Washington Post, whose total invention of a source so inflamed the passions of the DC Metropolitan authorities, that she was discovered as a liar due to these city functionaries' inability to locate and rescue the source, whom she reported was an "eight year old African American heroin addict victimised by the harsh aspects of poverty, crime, and the drug epidemic". Her story, Jimmy's World, won the 1981 Pulitzer Prize. But these cases are easy to debunk.
But it is the ones who do not get caught that do the most damage.
While it remains too easy to suckle at the familiar comforting teat of faked news, however, voices like mine just have no place on earth in which an honest living can be plied from writing.
|Each and every day I wonder how this militant dyke still has a job...she has been caught lying, as well as one hundred percent plain erroneous, on as many different, and as diverse, occasions.|