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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

On why the bloggers are never wrong

So, I'm looking at "Day by Day" comic strip on the web yesterday (click on the title above to see it) and I notice that Chris has made a comment on the fact that so-called real journalists seem to hate bloggers.

Well, I think I understand this. As Chris Muir so aptly points out, journalists are not used to being held accountable for their statements and their actions. Criticized, yes - in the same general 'gee, the media sucks' way that politicians are criticized. But they are not used to dealing with a pack of ravening wolves who have access to information and know how to dig them out. In many ways, it is a pack mentality - and an ugly mob. In other ways, it is a group or hive mind that is capable of bringing together information resources in ways that don't really allow the media to spin, dissemble, or prevaricate quite so blatantly anymore. In other words, they're being subjected to some of the same pressures that they used to bring to bear on politicians. Hurts, don't it?

So now, journalists are going to be held to standards of accountability. Boo-frickin'-hoo. Ya know, I have a day job. If I don't do it, my shaggy ass is fired. And I can't tell my boss that he dare not hold me to standards that he created - that was the deal when I became employed. Guess what? We're your bosses, newsies. We're your public. We get to say if you suck or not, we get to detect your leanings and interpret your statements and fact-check your drivel. My heart just bleeds for all the professional muck-rakers and pounce-trifles out there in TV and newspaper land. Gabba-gabba-hey!

My advice? Get used to it, Boy-os. Bloggers ain't going away, and in fact, the trend towards amateur news-reporting and part-time kibbutzing is only going to accelerate and become more pointed and direct. Newer technologies will make it even easier for anyone with a yen to be a gadfly to do so. Think of 10,000 evil little copies of Socrates, all carping merrily away and Plato-izing it for posterity, yet.

But I haven't come to the point. And that point is this:

The bloggers can't be wrong, my cupcakes. Oh yes, in the individual sense, they can be morons, thick-witted, prejudiced, and have political axes to grind (just like journalists). But in the aggregate, my little droogs, they are correct, clear, concise, and ready to rip your guts out online if you don't speak the truth. Think Diogenes with a chain saw and a leather face-mask. We're the angry lumpenproletariat and we're not going away. What's a 'lumpenproletariat'? Look it up here, droogies:

Wikipedia: Lumpenproletariat"

Why can't the bloggers be wrong? Because they're us, my little malchicks. The 'LumpenVolk' Bloggers are the actual face of the people. You know - the ones the journalists and writers and editors and TV talking heads purport to serve. If the bloggers - the lumpenproletariat- say that you newsies (or politicos) suck; you suck. Get over it. Get over yourselves. And start doing your jobs - hold the opinion-pieces, please. Nicht on the 'Sturm und Drang'.

Lumpen and Proud, Baby! Lumpen and Proud!



Keep Lumpin',

Wiggy

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