I have another topic for all y’all. An aphorism, even – one that I came up with while on the trip home. To wit:
“If the media actually were a bunch of lapdogs, they would be those little psychotic yapping ratdogs that you would never quite be comfortable around, because you never know what event might cause them to snap like an old rubber band. You can’t tell me that they’re happy about not being wolves anymore, that’s all I’m saying. Look at the resentment, man! Look at the rage in their eyes! They could lose it at any moment!”
(pause)
OK, OK, I read too much Terry Pratchett* and John D MacDonald**, but you get the point. Discuss?
*Not actually possible.
**Ditto.
An interesting point. (Trust me, I won’t be writing poetry).
Is the press domesticated, and unhappy with their role? It appears they cannot go with a story without external support, either events like Madrid, or political goading of one sense or another.
Are they unhappy with being the referee? I really think they prefer to avoid the responsibility of being out in front.