Monday, November 21, 2016

The Press Could Fail in its Protection Mission


For John, BLUFThe press is crying wolf.  Nothing to see here; just move along.




From Sunday's edition of The New York Post and the pen of Columnist Kyle Smith.

Here is the lede plus two:

It’s contrary to the laws of nature for a tabloid writer to tell the gentry media not to go berserk.  It’s like a cat telling his owner to stop coughing up hairballs or Iron Man asking Captain America to be less arrogant.  Here at The Post, our mission statement does not include understatement.  We provide journalistic Red Bull, not Sominex.

Nevertheless, a word of neighborly advice to our more genteel media friends, the ones who sit at the high table in their pristine white dinner jackets and ball gowns.  You’ve been barfing all over yourselves for a week-and-a-half, and it’s revolting to watch.

For your own sake, and that of the republic for which you allegedly work, wipe off your chins and regain your composure.  I didn’t vote for him either, but Trump won.  Pull yourselves together and deal with it, if you ever want to be taken seriously again.

And the key is "…if you ever want to be taken seriously again."

Hat tip to the InstaPundit.

Regards  —  Cliff

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