I remember a time when news reporters were… well, kind of admired for the job they did. I wanted to be one when I grew up (which I did, by and by).
Now they’re pretty much loathed. Here’s why.
See? A man sets up a charity, out of the goodness of his heart, and some “journalist” tries to destroy him. Happily in this case, it was the “reporter” who wound up getting canceled.
They really do have no idea why we detest them, do they?
I often wonder whether earlier journalists really were so admirable, or whether they just ran less risk of being exposed. Even the much-admired Walter Cronkite was so biased in favor of North Vietnam during the war that it’s a wonder he wasn’t actually on Hanoi’s payroll — or maybe he was. And then there was Walter Duranty who won a Pulitzer for his pro-Soviet propaganda, and even the still-vaunted Woodward and Bernstein who have turned out to be leftist shills, and so on and so forth.
Absolutely true–those guys were all Far Left dirt-bags. But we, the poor defenseless public, trusted them! Because we didn’t know what they were up to.