Dear Journalists:
It would be far too easy for me to come across as some conservative zealot who touts the value added by big brother.
I could claim to be outraged (which I am) at the considerable lack of moral fiber you oft display in an effort to push paper. I heard you're a dying industry.
No comments were received from the industry at the time this story was published.
I could pretend, in mock disbelief, to wonder what society has come to. I won't.
I could present two sides of an argument seemingly appropriate to the subject at hand. I won't.
As I continue to write in this blog, this journal of thoughts of mine, the theme grabs shape. My writing has the same Brownian nature that the Da Vinci code had. The same style that most internet outlets now follow. Short paragraphs make the reader feel smart.
A quick, immediate sense of action.
Do.
You.
Feel.
It?
This inflammatory journalism sometimes has its uses. How else would we have been prepared for Y2K? Without the sudoku/crossword combo what would fill my idle mornings? Or what about the economic recovery? Everyone knows it's V-shaped. Right?
Nothing will change. I'm not trying to change that. I'm trying to change the world.
But who could say that http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxis7Y1ikIQ&feature=player_embedded is not good inflammatory journalism? That's rhetorical.
I am not naive...I think. I am a cynic and a student of human behavior. Dear Journalists, try to make a concerted effort to report what matters, not human tragedy but humans. Your profession can be extremely dignified, you only have to try.
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