The Stuff of (Journolists’) Dreams
It’s been apparent for some time that mainstream journalists lean to the left. OK, lean isn’t perhaps the correct word. Let’s try deify. Yes, that sounds better.
It’s been apparent for some time that mainstream journalists deify the Left. Objectivity and suspicion of politicians, long tenets of journalism, have been supplanted with drool and rose-colored glasses. At least when it suits them. [Hypocrisy, thy name is “Editor when it suits her” Joan Walsh.] Thus there was no significant effort to dig into Obama’s ideology or past, either as candidate or president, because he fit their ideal of what an American super-citizen of the world should look like. It’s not only an idiotic position, but a dangerous one for our country as well.
Now it comes to light that that these “journalists” just can’t help themselves. They meet the man of their dreams- the King of Kool, the Prophet of Poems, His Royal Awesomeness, and POOF! – their brains instantly vaporize (and we know that one gets a tingle down his leg – hmmm). So these “journalists” find they must practice on their “puppet” Obama. Now, I’m not certain, but I imagine the puppet looks something like this:
(BTW, sockmonkeydreams.com is a barrel full of fun!)