D.B. of the Week: The Media

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Everyone blames the media for everything.

Some dumb bastard gets caught doing something, or saying something ignorant and eventually the complaint will be that the media twisted it all out of proportion.

Usually it's lame to blame the media.

Not this week:

They get the D.B. of the week award.

Of course I'm talking about the SONY breach and the Seth Rogan-James Franco movie The Interview.

For those not following along (it's been an awful week with mass shootings everywhere...plenty of horrendous news all over) but the movie is set to come out on Christmas. It's a crazy comedy about Rogen and Franco as journalists who are sent to kill the North Korean leader Kim Jong Junior.

North Korea is upset about it and when crazy people get upset then really nasty things happen.

(Allegedly...I don't want any hate, folks!)

I can't wait to see the flick.

Yet, as punishment for the movie coming out SONY's top executives had their email hacked and some really embarrassing stuff was released.

We aren't supposed to see behind the scenes of a movie being made. One of the Executives made fun of Angelina Jolie. Another took a shot at Franco. Even worse the private conversations of people were made public...

...and this is where I blame the media.

It all started with the O.J. Simpson trial back in 1994. How the news was reported was changed back then. Now everyone is looking for the scoop. Now there is BREAKING NEWS written below every stupid talking head everywhere. Once reputable newspapers are rolling around in the mud in an effort to get an audience.

The entire media has stooped to the lowest depths possible.

On every story.

And so, a story that could have been easily reported without inflicting harm is just flat-out killing people.

Gawker, TMZ, the outlets that are releasing photos of naked celebrities...

...it's all a mess.

I remember years ago doing my thesis on journalistic integrity. I remember that my professor said:

"This won't take long - there isn't any."

We all laughed.

Yet there used to be responsible reporting. People used to check their sources and decide whether or not something had to be reported.

Now?

Nothing is off-limits!

The people who work in the media disgrace themselves every single day.

This week they get the honor.

Bunch of D.B.'s.

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