I’ve been fretting for some time about how few opportunities there are for young journalists and journalism students to sink their chops into something really meaty and write about something meaningful. In the first place they exist in a journalistic environment which is more froth than beer. And, of course, if they are active journalists with a media outlet, they only get to work on what they are assigned rather than what they may want to pursue. Puff pieces are the name of the game in the establishment media.
But recent events and the corrosive corruption which are exploding in our society’s public life present a rare opportunity for young millenial investigative journalists. I’m hoping they’ll smell blood and pounce on the stories with the ferocity and energy which only the young have in abundance. Their complacent elders are tiptoeing around and walking on eggs like fearful weenies, hamstrung by their bunker mentality. Those old media whores are too chicken to do this.
Come on brave millenial journalists! Young people are always supposed to long for glory and a chance to show what they’re made of. Here’s your big chance. I know you can sniff out the green, rotting meat of dangerous conditions and unworthy politicians undermining our democracy. You know how to dig into real in-depth research. You have the internet, where Woodward and Bernstein were limited to actual on-the-ground sleuthing.
This is some really ugly s— coming down in our governance. Expose it. Please. There are a ton of us out here who will be pulling for you, and cheering you on.
Go to it. Because your flaccid, sedentary, scaredy cat elders aren’t likely to do it. They have kids and mortgages. They play it safe. You don’t have to. Bare your fangs. Un- sheath your claws. Lay back your ears and raise your hackles. Dig, dig, dig until your paws are bleeding and your claws are broken and worn.
Here’s you chance for lasting journalistic glory. You can do it! I have the greatest confidence in your ability to rise to the occasion. (And the greatest scorn for your sissy journalist elders.) Hup, hup get off your asses and jump into the fray for the truth.
We’re starving out here–for courage, honesty, substance and real facts, instead of opinions. Sink your fangs in, grab the truth by the throat and shake it until it stops shape-shifting. Then drag it back to the cave, carve it up and serve it to a grateful nation.