Monday, February 05, 2007

A right.. wrong 4th estate of affairs

I've often wondered about journalistic qualifications. What exactly do they teach you for a few years, and then demand to get a professional qualification and membership of some guild or club or whatever? The right way to hold a notepad when asking how a bereaved parent felt when told of their kid's demise?

It seems I should know, because Junkk and, as its principal scribe, me are heading more and more from am to pro-am status as journos.

And in some masochistic manner, the more I do, the more I am getting to truly loathe pretty much all about it as a profession and its 'professional' protagonists and their employers. With very few exceptions.

And reading this it is small wonder: A law unto themselves

What is still necessary, but has passed as a noble calling, has pretty much ceased to have any moral authority or value anymore.

No one trusts what they see, hear or read any more, so why would anyone bother to try and ensure what gets fed to the media is in any way accurate if it is not convenient to be so? Allegedly.

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