Journalism is not a profession or a trade.

It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits — a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.

What Are The Gobshites Saying These Days?

By Charles P. Pierce, Esquire

Jun 24, 2013 at 9:50AM

Every actual journalist at NBC should spit every time David Gregory walks by. Hell, the janitorial staff should spit as he walks by, but that would simply be making more work for themselves, so I guess they won’t. As someone who’s now straddle the Big Ditch between the old media and the new, I will grant you that the definition of who’s a journalist has become rather fluid over the past few decades. Whatever you may think of Glenn Greenwald — and, Jesus, he makes it tough sometimes — what he’s doing with Edward Snowden is journalism by any definition anyone ever proposed for it. (He’s arranging logistical help for an important source? Newspapers used to do that with some regularity. It’s even an important plot point in both the greatest newspaper movie ever made (His Girl Friday) and in the second-greatest newspaper movie ever made (Deadline USA with Humphrey Bogart.)) Meanwhile, let us recall that a former chief of staff for Dick Cheney testified under oath in the Scooter Libby trial that MTP was that White House’s preferred launching pad for arrant bullshit. Let us recall the marvelous quote the late, sainted Tim Russert gave to Bill Moyers in which he said he’d wished “somebody had called him” to warn him that we were being lied into a war. Under the Dancin’ Master, the show has devolved further into being a playground for the courtier press. Maybe we do need a new definition of what journalism is. But, whatever new definition emerges, it shouldn’t be developed by the host of Meet The Fking Press, which is no more “journalism” than Duck Dynasty is a nature program.

This was a career defining moment. It’s rare that someone reveals himself quite as clearly as the Dancin’ Master does in that little by-play. He will “debate” who is or is not a journalist, and the rest of us can wait under the balcony and wait for scraps. The clearly batty Peggy Noonan is a journalist, but Glenn Greenwald may not be.  Journalism has sickened itself with respectability, debilitated itself with manners, crippled itself with politesse, and David Gregory may well be Patient Zero for all of this. As my Irish grandmother used to say, mother of god, who the hell is he when he’s at home?


  1. ek hornbeck
  2. terryhallinan

    Much better to fake it and do another piece on how JFK or RFK weren’t killed the way the overwhelming body of evidence says they were or the moon landing was faked or whatever concoction grabs you.

    Family and friends of actual reporter Danny Casolaro probably still won’t acknowledge Danny committed suicide by investigating Ed Meese’s theft of a software program, INSLAW, that was also the name of the corporation that was bankrupted by the theft of its only property.


    Ironic that Casolaro said he was going to meet “the Octopus” before – ahem – killing himself.  If INSLAW were an octopus, it would have more tentacles than a millipede has feet.

    Most intriguing to me was the connection across administrations:

    A fascinating little contretemps occurred when Janet Reno was asked by Orrin Hatch if she would look into the INSLAW case.  Sure did.  She buried it in the deepest hole she could find.  Hatch has to be incredibly naive.

    For any that don’t know, INSLAW was the name of a computer program that tracked case law for the DOJ.  The program was expropriated by Ed Meese.  One investigative reporter, Danny Casolero, committed suicide looking into matters.  I guess looking into such things had to demonstrate suicidal attempt.

    So why was Janet Reno looking out for Ed Meese?

    Need I remind anyone of noblesse oblige?

    With routine denial by one of the sheep:

    squawk, squawk … clinton did it, clinton did it! … squawk, squawk.


    Best for journalists to just parrot the lines like my critic above.  Safer all the way around.

    Best,  Terry

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