I am sick to the core of screaming headlines not connected with the stories below them, screaming-out stories not connected with reality, screaming-out words that have no connection with a good English dictionary and have been divorced from their true meanings. I am sick to the core of a plethora of dishonest journalists screaming for attention rather than focusing intently on conveying the truth to the public without colouring, without activist bias, without deviation and dictatorial perversion.
Bluntly, they are liars.
They are small-minded prats; nothing but legends in their own lynchtimes.
They are liars who live in yesterday, because they are overlooking the fact that thanks to the Internet we can easily discover what knaves they are.
The other extreme--good journalists--are honest, passionate about the truth, they are the fourth estate not a rabid fifth column, they serve their country conscientiously, they are linguistic craftsmen and their use of English is a joy to read; they never try to ram their opinions down your throat, they are never manipulative. The liar are the opposite.
Bluntly, they are liars.
They are small-minded prats; nothing but legends in their own lynchtimes.
They are liars who live in yesterday, because they are overlooking the fact that thanks to the Internet we can easily discover what knaves they are.
The other extreme--good journalists--are honest, passionate about the truth, they are the fourth estate not a rabid fifth column, they serve their country conscientiously, they are linguistic craftsmen and their use of English is a joy to read; they never try to ram their opinions down your throat, they are never manipulative. The liar are the opposite.
