The Blob does not traffic much in hyperbole, except when it does, so I'm not going to say what happened in Maryland last evening was the most significant moment for ink-stained wretches since Woodward and Bernstein brought down a president.
On the other hand, when's the last time you saw a headline like this: "Journalism Wins!"
Because Journalism did, or at least a horse named Journalism did, and America is better for it this morning. OK, so maybe not, but didja see the way Journalism, the 6-5 favorite in the Preakness, stormed down the stretch at Pocono to catch Gosger at the wire?
Got banged around by Goal Oriented up around the quarter pole, and then came on like, I don't know, a Pulitzer Prize-winning exclusive or something, gobbling up vast stretches of real estate with every yard. And then nipped Gosger literally in the last stride the way, I don't know, a Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter beats deadline.
OK, OK. I'll stop.
But my profession is bleeding from a thousand mostly self-inflicted cuts these days, so forgive me this bit of silliness. Journalists have never been popular, which will happen when your stated mission is to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. The former in particular sticks in the craw of the powerful, who've always preferred not to be questioned and/or exposed as pickpockets of the national interest.
In places where the free press is not so free, that questioning and exposing has even gotten journalists killed. I hope that doesn't happen in America, but given the current Regime's position that an unfettered press is the enemy of the people ...
Well. That's a road I'd rather not to ever have to go down.
In the meantime, I'll enjoy this brief partly sunny moment. A horse named Journalism has won the Preakness, and, just the other day, the new Pope gave a shout-out to hard-working journalists everywhere. The times they are a-changin'.
OK. So probably not.
But throw us a bone here, will ya?
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