Is there any Integrity Left in Journalism?

Is there any point whatever in monitoring mainstream media? Is it a total joke? A complete and utter lost cause? Is there a shining beacon of truth and transparency in this murky quagmire of liars and corporate ball-washers? I may have seen the straw that broke my own camel’s back on Friday night. I was watching Dateline NBC, with Anne Curry and gang “reporting” on the Kaylee/Casey Anthony white trash carnival. To quickly review the circumstances for those not up on this most important of international news:

-Casey Anthony gets knocked up young, by parties unknown

-Brings innocent child into world of her own white trash insanity

-After realizing she could not wantonly get wasted and chug cock with small child at home….

-She duct tapes the 2 year old’s mouth shut, kills her, either chops up or tapes into a ball (honestly wasn’t paying close attention to this detail)

-In fit of brilliance, buries the body in a very shallow grave right by her home

-Fakes a disappearing child story

-During which time she goes on a Girls Gone Wild esque rampage of getting bombed out of her fucking tree and letting dudes run a train on her

-Someone finds her car somewhere, reeking of decaying human

-Casey is still MIA, most likely playing pin cushion for local drug dealers

-They find the dead kid’s remains

-They arrest Casey Anthony

-She’s seen laughing like a deranged hyena in jail

-Casey’s lawyer is throwing out the ‘ol “The kid accidentally drowned in the pool and everyone was too innocent of any crime to call 911 and tell them the kid accidentally drowned, so instead we duct taped her mouth shut post mortem and buried the body in a shallow grave in the woods next to the house” defense

So now this is a full-on white trash extravaganza like only the state of Florida (America’s wang) can produce. Fist fights between trailer park residents clamoring to get into the courthouse, sign waving, Kaylee Anthony oversized buttons on tank tops, the works. But this isn’t what I’m furious about. I’m upset about the fact that no one in the mainstream media these days has even a shred of integrity, dignity, or professionalism. In a most irresponsible manner, Dateline NBC reported that during the time Casey was reporting Kaylee as missing, she was seen at a local bar/club competing as a contestant in a “Hot Body” contest. They have numerous photos of Casey scantily clad and grinding her crotch and tits all over some other scantily clad trollops on some sort of impromptu stage, huge drug and alcohol fueled smiles all over her face. She had that “I just savagely murdered my only pain-in-the-goddamn-ass child so I could finally be free to blow lines, shake my ass in public for strangers, and fuck the first guy that buys me an appletini” look plastered all over her. Apparently Dateline NBC was trying to imply/convey some sort of moral outrage the public should feel that this mother was pulling a low-rent Lindsay Lohan while her child was supposedly missing. But then, in most puzzling and unprofessional manner, they just moved on. Started discussing other aspects of the case. Speculated on cause of death. Showed expert witness testimony. Footage of Casey crying in court. Etc, etc. Can you believe this??? Sort of skipped a pretty serious and pertinent detail here Dateline. WHO FUCKING WON THE HOT BODY CONTEST?!?!?! It certainly didn’t win itself. Those harlots were out there making sweaty aggressive love to that stage, and you don’t even so much as do them the service of reporting who won? “A Super Bowl occurred this year between Green Bay and Pittsburgh. Now moving on to other news….”. Give me a break Dateline! Did you think you were just going to throw that grapefruit by me for strike 3? No such luck assholes. I was fully invested in that entire show Friday night, as were millions of others, and you bend us collectively over and cram it in our asses. For shame. William Randolph Hearst is rolling in his grave. You are blackballed from the Pulitzer competition for life. I’m so disillusioned that I don’t even know what to believe in anymore. I mean, I see these photos of Casey on stage looking rather bangin’, am told it is a hot body contest……and that’s it. I want answers! I want an investigation launched! I want heads at NBC to fucking roll! This will not stand, man. Congressional inquiries, Zapruder film, angry townspeople in front of Dateline studios with pitchforks, torches and Anne Curry effigies. Casey Anthony is certain to be crispy-fried by the state of Florida. But before she becomes human Kentucky Fried Chicken, the world deserves to know if she was Ms. Ray’s Rum Shack Hot Body September 17 2008, or fucking not. And if not, then who was? If I have to come down there and report the fucking news for them, I will. But I shouldn’t have to. How about doing your friggin’ jobs for once and bring us the fair, balanced and accurate news we deserve. What is this, China? I know it will be soon, but until that time let’s at least pretend we’re still a free, capitalist country.

About Zach

Male homo sapien. Warrior poet. I live in Chicago with one wife, one offspring, and Scout the dog. I enjoy various stuff. Besides skinny skiing and going to bullfights on acid, I also enjoy running, reading, drinking, eating and procrastinating on many things, such as starting this blog. I have a mom, a dad, and a younger brother who recently produced a sister-in-law. I'm the only person in my family, sister-in-law included, who doesn't have a post-graduate degree. I guess that makes me special. I grew up in a small to medium sized town in the middle of Ohio. In fact the even smaller town next door has a sign which reads "The Geographic Center of Ohio". Given this is what they choose to boast you can only imagine how exciting that town is. My town is infinitely cooler. For example on weekend nights people from my town and the surrounding villages and hamlets converge on the public square to "cruise" in their souped-up mini trucks, some bearing Confederate flags, despite growing up and living rather safely north of the Mason-Dixon line. This is high-minded stuff we're talking about here. I graduated sometime during the Clinton presidency from the local high school where I played football and participated in absolutely nothing else. This strategy paid huge dividends when I applied to numerous colleges on the eastern seaboard which were highly selective. When you show up to the admissions table with "HIgh School Football and Nothing Else" on your application, you get respect. After graduating from Ohio University with a degree in Economics that I've used for absolutely nothing, I moved to Boston. Boston is a lovely city. I was doing things I'm not proud of for beer money and I left after 16 months. My next move was to Chicago and 10+ years later there I still reside. I write this blog for therapeutic reasons. Much like some people paint to relax or smoke crack to unwind after a stressful day, I record my thoughts on Al Gore's World Wide Web for 9 friends, 4 family members, 1 person who accidentally clicked through after an unsuccessful Google search for something else, and a guy named Patriot1 who lives in a silver Air Stream in the Nevada desert and broadcasts his own radio show. Is there a point to all of this? I doubt it. Years ago and in a galaxy far, far away (College Park, Maryland, then Athens, Ohio) I was toying with the idea of being a journalism major. I enjoyed writing so it seemed the obvious fit. Then I attended career day and learned that journalism majors could look forward to a salary of $EA,TSH.IT per year with the promise of a fatal heart attack at 47 years of age. I'm not falling for that trick, I told them (them being no one, and told being saying it in my own mind in the shower). Approximately 15 years later here I sit declared the big winner in that battle: I never made any money doing anything else and now I'm writing entirely for free. So suck balls, journalism career day. The views expressed in this website are mine and mine entirely. I don't wish to be an even bigger black eye to my family than I probably already am. As a result of this I will never be able to run for public office and I accept that reality. But this website is a very dignified, well-dressed skeleton full of witty retorts and honorable deeds compared to the disheveled, stenching, staggering and loud skeletons who would come marching out of the closet to White Zombie's "Thunderkiss '65" if they ever unearthed the college years. So enjoy your train ride, your hangover day at work, your AA meeting or your dump. I'm here to serve.
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One Response to Is there any Integrity Left in Journalism?

  1. Anonymous says:

    Appletini? More likely a riesling. A crisp, 2011 Carlo Rossi riesling. Great post. avc

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