They're probably no more corrupt than your average Joe Sixpack. What they probably are is a gaggle of rather young teevee journalists who got only a quick steep in the tea of of journalism ethics. (Sardonic comments on oxymorons are duly noted.)
Moreover, they cling bitterly to that notion that drama is good for the ratings, and ratings are everything, so what's a little fomenting among friends? In the newspaper business it would be called something like reaching for a headline. "Miller Pulls a Rand, Stomps Defenseless Girl at Far Right Rally."
Good news rooms recognize the reporter's lust to be above the fold, or lead the Six O'clock News. They hire dictatorial editors (the only kind worth having) to stomp down hard on the over-reaching field man.
We don't really know the full context of that telephone conversation about KTVA helping instigate some skulduggery at a Miller rally, and perhaps it was partially or mostly joking banter.
Nevertheless, I do not criticize Ms. Palin's characterization. Plain language tends to bring important questions into sharper focus, and the media have their full, fair share of corrupt bastards.* All that remains is the need to get our political celebrities to apply the term to, for instance, about seven out of ten bureaucrats and politicians, teevee preachers, lobbyists, and mortgage brokers.
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*Along with some sterling exceptions.
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*Along with some sterling exceptions.
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I, for one, will never forget or forgive Walter Cronkite saying "There's good news from California!" during one Presidential return broadcast.
I remain mystified about why we put that guy in the Pantheon.
Not to mention Edward R. Murrow who informed us that "Not all ideas are created requal."
He and CBS TeeVee would, of course, explain which ideas were he most equal.
But, WC (no pun intended) and ERM "sounded" so reassuring. No one made the effort to really process what they were sayig. Kinda like our own LBJ--that guy could make people believe he was the most trustworhy, comforting person around, until they noticed their wallet was missing. JAGSC
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I have no trouble whatsoever imagining LBJ as the six-o'cock anchor on a UHFer in, say, Beaumont.
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