Dan Bongino:
Never before in U.S. history has the press been as biased against a president as they have against Donald Trump. While the mainstream media’s coverage of his administration averaged 90% negative in the major outlets during his first hundred days in office, the coverage literally turned 100% negative against him during the height of the impeachment hysteria.
And despite that (or perhaps because of it), it’s trust in the media, not Trump, that has tanked. And they aren’t happy about it. According to some of the funniest parts from a new report by the left-wing “Committee to Project Journalists” (no word on what they need protection from aside from mean words): read more
It is possible to destroy something that does not exist?
I love that typo. It made me think immediately of catapults.
With their infantile questions they appear to have started the self destruct sequence.
They are upset with Trump because he is doing their job. Reporting the truth. Fake news!
No, the PRESS has been most effective in destroying press credibility.
I am so glad that I have not come across any presstitutes in my daily life. Otherwise I would be posting this from a prison cell.
It wasn’t President Trump that made me distrust the press. I’ve distrusted reporters just about my entire adult life, or about a half century. The reason is a simple one. I have never seen an account or report on a subject about which I had personal knowledge that didn’t contain major errors or omissions, and that didn’t reach wrong conclusions. Suspecting that this was happening in other subjects, I’ve occasionally been asking those friends and acquaintances knowledgeable in those areas for their reactions and they have been the same as my own. The inescapable conclusion, reached long ago, is that MSM reporting is at best ignorant and full of crap. The only change over time has been that to the ignorance and crap has been added outright malice.
Dad taught me that there are at least two sides to every story. That wisdom has carried me well over decades.
I learned to distrust the media when they all started telling ONE story.
I think I was eleven when I saw that clearly for the first time.
People are starting to see that the Lame Stream media is owned by foreign interests, and communists. The rise of the alternative media of which they have no control (as of yet, but if another Bathhouse Barry gets elected, it will be Chinese style clampdowns) has endangered their monopoly in the flow of information.
The newspapers did a whole spread (with photos!) on my unbleached elastic starfish with the lede, “Chasten’s unbleached elastic starfish reflects on life after the campaign trail, his decision to no longer bleach, and the RAMifications of being Petey B’s butt boy.”
People who had other people buy them lesbian honorifics… are never happy? And stupid? And loud? They make it their Life’s Work™ to be loudly stupid, griping about their lesbianism? Their life’s work. What they want other people to pay them… to do.
And people, even those putatively not lesbians, ask me “Why don’t I care? That the Sun rose in the east? This? The Current? Morning?” “Why don’t I scream? At the completely unexpected? The completely unpredictable? The completely not fair? Sun? Rising? In the east? This? The Current? Morning? … And throw money? At them?” While demanding I buy them bigger
bullcowhorns. To yell, right, in my face. Because the cowhorns they bought. With the money they gladly, glee™fully, pridefully took. Out of the wallet. They watched their fellow traveler lesbians. Take from my pocket. At gunpoint. Isn’t making me care enough. That the evil, patriarchy, racist, xenophobic, anti-semitic, thought rapist, fat shaming, cis-something (triggled wheeze) Sun… something… something… that’s not shiny, and fresh, and New™, so it must not be Improved™, so it must not be Better™, so it must not be the Better We (By Which I Mean, You) Can Do™… something… something… debunked… Buy me cowhorn! Buy me chardonnay! Buy me!Maybe if they published a study? Of their studies. I’d pay. To hear it. Again.
Hey! It
cshould happen! Just ask any honored lesbian studies studier. About xer honorifics. (And please to take out your wallet. Before sitting down. To listen to xeir cowhorns. It’s Important™!)Maybe I’ll get Right On That™. After I’m Allowed™ off lock down. From lesbian skeerdy stuff. Hey! It could happen!
“Committee to Projectile Journalists” makes more sense, either way.