It was never the way he said it was.
Liberal politicians get nostalgic for the old days when there was only the network nooze on three or four stations and they all said the same thing–and Walter Cronkite told us, “That’s the way it is.”
Only that wasn’t the way it was. It was just the way he said it was.
And now the noozies are whining that we don’t love them anymore.
Why is it so hard for them to understand that we find it very hard, if not impossible, to love stuffed shirts who sneer at us, mock our religion, call us biggits and Nazis when we fail to elect their favorite liberals, and whenever they’re confronted over trying to slip us fake news, they double down on it? They can’t see that those things really bug us?
They long to go back to the days when they owned “the way it is” and nobody ever knew any different.
The free and independent press that sold itself into slavery.
Cronkite was the crown prince of liberal journalism, masked as something e to rely different.
Oh, but do they ever love themselves. They compete about who can be the most elite. Mark Levine has titled his latest book “Unfreedom of the Press.”