Thursday, November 23, 2017

The 2017 Foolitzer Prize

I think we can all agree the 2016 Presidential Election was turbulent.  Even before Donald J. Trump was elected president he was critical of the mainstream media and never shied away from letting his supporters know it at his huge rallies and through his direct communication with the nation via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram rather than speaking through the stenographers and lap dogs for the Democrat Party.
Journalists have rejected the importance of the sacredness of facts jockeying for top billing in trendlines on Twitter to become celebrities in their own right.  Jim Acosta, call your office.
What they fail to realize is they are not just writing for the moment, but for history.  Every time they distort facts, leak national security information, pay for fake dossiers or shill for Democrats they weaken their byline.
Blogger friend Don Surber wants to “weed out the bad actors from all the superior people who have devoted their lives speaking truth to power” and has devised The Foolitzer Prize to be awarded to the best fake news of 2017.
He is asking readers to nominate the stories, personnel and news organizations deserving of “special recognition for their terrible works this year.”
The Pulitzer Prize was established 100 years ago and was meant to recognize “the most disinterested and meritorious public service rendered by any American newspaper”.  The test was “strict accuracy, terseness, the accomplishment of some public good commanding public attention and respect.”
The liberal Left idolizes yellow journalism and muckraking.  British author Sydney Brooks (1872-1937) noted in the weekly journal The Living Age, Vol. 272, page 67 The American Yellow Press, “journalism is a contest of madmen for the primacy of the sewer.”
I hope you’ll hop over to Don’s blog and join in on the fun to nominate your favorite sewer rat journalist.

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