Saturday, June 14, 2008

Journalism Takes Another Hit

When I was a young kid, I used to be annoyed by the glaring absence of decent Sunday morning cartoons (during my pre-cable days) and somehow found myself watching a mixture of Meet the Press and the McLaughlin Group, the former because that Tim Russert guy seemed intense and serious, which piqued my interest as to what made each conversation carry a feeling of catastrophic weight, and the latter because even an eight year-old can find mindless bickering among pundits and a septuagenarian inexplicably amusing.

Yet as I got older, and became more socially conscious and increasingly cynical of the explosion of 24 hour news outlets and the onslaught of mind numbing punditry, I always found myself intrigued by Mr. Russert, not because of the generic "comfort zone" that older generations develop with anchors they were taught to trust, but because he talked to people with a straight forward, bitingly direct approach that even the most polarizing politico can't help but admire.

Every young aspiring journalist initially aspires to be the inquisitive objective reporter they're taught to be, but eventually, years of inherent cynicism, opportunistic favoritism, and the plight of popular punditry undermines the idealism of objectivity, giving way to lazing journalism, and inept indifference.

Yet with Mr. Russert, it always seemed he genuinely did care to the story right, get the facts right, and in the end, make sure we all got a sense of what was right, irregardless of where one lay on the political spectrum.

Rest in Peace Mr. Russert, the eight year-old inside of me will miss not having an alternative to John McLaughlin's scowls while the adult today mourns for the passing of a damn good journalist.

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