I spend $20 a month on newspapers. Or rather, I spend $20 a month on papers: the presence of news is not guaranteed. And this is why:
Journalists don’t report the world you know. They don’t think the world you know is newsworthy. They report a skewed, wacked-out, perverse world that they used to think readers and viewers would recognize as consisting of the weird and crazy. The abnormal. These days, if you really pay attention to what they say, how they describe the world when they’re not merely reciting what happened (do they even still do that?), you can tell they don’t even think it’s weird or crazy anymore. They think reality begins and ends with what they report.
What bothers me most is that too many of the people who still pay attention to them agree, even if they wish it weren’t so. And they let that skewed, wacked-out, perverse vision of the world inform their expectations for the future.
I can live with the inmates running the asylum, maybe. But when those inmates start claiming that they’ve always run the asylum, they’re either dissembling or delusional, and today, it’s damned hard to tell them apart.