Daily Archives: June 13th, 2011

Ball Beat Urinal #wsj

I wrote about the Wall Street Journal already in an earlier post entitled Wall Street Infernal. I just have a bit more to add.

It’s about the concept of the “walls” between journalists and the editorial board at a newspaper.

It seems to me that this “wall” concept requires a fair bit of trust from us, the humble consumer. That’s because if we begin to suspect, even for a moment, that the bias spills over to the newsroom, then we no longer know if we’re getting news and facts or merely propaganda cleverly disguised as news.

As I read more “Obama is causing the end of the world” stuff in the opinion section of WSJ last week, I realized I don’t really trust WSJ any more. I know in the past their newsroom has been recognized for being unbiased. My gut just can’t tell if that’s still the case.

That “wall” thing just might fly, but then you have to factor in that the same guy who owns FOX News is in charge of the whole WSJ shootin’ match.

Are humans really capable of that level of compartmentalization? When you see such an organized and omnipresent onslaught of a campaign against a single person conducted in the opinion section of a newspaper, how can you really know that the rest of the publication remains unbiased? Don’t forget, they are really good at this stuff like this. It is what they do.

It’s called “page one spillover” and I don’t think WSJ can help itself. It’s like tying a t-bone steak around a dog’s neck and expecting him not to take a nibble. The temptation simply proves too irresistible.

NYT vs. WSJ: Liberal Bias Vs. Conservative Bias?
Is Bias Seeping Into the Post-Murdoch WSJ?

Sorry, WSJ. I’m no longer able to give you the benefit of the doubt.

For me, this is simply a case of Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is usually the correct one. And what could possibly be simpler than expecting a Murdoch-owned publication to be biased? That’s not so hard to imagine, is it?

Short Story: The Writer’s Lament #BlogShorts

The Writer’s Lament
by Tom B. Taker

The deadline loomed. A blank page mocked him.

He pounded the desk with his fist, spilling his gin.

“Dammit,” he moaned.

Then he knew. Inspired fingers leapt to the keys.

This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.