‘A Culture of Safety’
I find that precious, in this land of Oz we live in now.
A journalist’s belief that there are rules to this shitstorm, that the world is ‘protected’ somehow for them to do their job.
“The JOB” which ranges from telling to the truth to upholding some ideal tenet of free speech (which means what exactly in the lexicon of ‘journalism’?), to effective spinning of ‘reality’ as it ‘sees’ fit, to fulfill their publication’s agenda. Because all publications have an agenda. The Christian Science Monitor would tell you not to take aspirin, while reporting sanely on some atrocity that gives you the headache in the first place. The Wall Street Journal, which used to be a bastion of cold-economic-hard-facts, panders to political agendas that are ‘counter-intuitive’ to the mission of making a killing. Maybe. From an establishment that can buy its own ink.
There are APPARENTLY safety principles, which causes us to wonder if OSCHA is still even a thing, because they should be.
This is the kind of news we’ve come to expect:
a spy told us that HE was “out at the opening stumbling around . . . He had to sit down at one point. He must have been so desperate to party, he came up from San Diego..”
No, not that, he had to sit down at one point.
He was so desperate to party, he actually left San Diego.
Freelance Journalist Safety Principles
evidence suggesting [X] was encouraging them to interfere in the presidential election
That fear, that dread, that collateral, they say would drive a fame-hungry actress to join a sex-trafficking cult, not deeming it crossing the line to tattoo anyone’s message on your wrist.
Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.
AND YET, WHILE OTHERS TRANSPOSE AN IMPORTANT MISSION, SHE WAITS, FOR HER LIFE TO BEGIN.
depression has been shown to be positively correlated with procrastination
“Writers are notoriously unable to know about themselves. Faulkner thought ‘The Fable’ was his best novel. F. Scott Fitzgerald liked ‘Tender Is the Night,’ an experimental novel.”