I’ve avoided writing about the various assaults from journalists on liberal bloggers and the blogosphere, but alas, this latest is quite a rant. Michael Skube obviously got himself in a tizzy with his pants bunched up in a wad and thinks that “most bloggers are doing all this on the side” and that they are all “busy little bees in organizing political support and fundraising.” But… “none of this makes them journalists.”
The more important the story, the more incidental our opinions become. Something larger is needed: the patient sifting of fact, the acknowledgment that assertion is not evidence and, as the best writers understand, the depiction of real life. Reasoned argument, as well as top-of-the-head comment on the blogosphere, will follow soon enough, and it should. But what lodges in the memory, and sometimes knifes us in the heart, is the fidelity with which a writer observes and tells. The word has lost its luster, but we once called that reporting.
What a bunch of tripe. Matthew Yglesias has more on Skube’s not very well researched piece of (cough) journalism in the L.A. Times. Skube really pulled an “Oops” moment it seems. Yep… It’s another fine moment in “Journamalism.”
Libby weighs in on The Impolitic (and I must say, I quite agree): “If the 90% of the so-called professional journalists would get off their lazy butts and start doing some real reporting again, us filthy rabble would be supporting them instead of challenging them.”