Where Have You Gone Woodward and Bernstein?
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Kass: https://johnkassnews.com/where-have-you-gone-woodward-and-bernstein/
Without getting into the current (alleged) scandals of corruption, bribery, money laundering, the interesting part is at the end of his column:
Here’s my question, the one I asked in the headline of this column: Where Have You Gone Woodward and Bernstein?
And by this I don’t mean the old geezers themselves rolling the bones of Nixon as party favors and entertainments of their past glories, but the spirit of the Watergate journalists determined to get to the story and tell the story no matter what political boss said “No” regardless of party. I remember reporters like that. They weren’t about impressing anyone. The best of them wouldn’t have done well in the Twitter or X-verse.
I worked with a few.
When I was a kid reporter going to work each morning in the great Gothic Cathedral of the Tribune Tower, I’d made it a practice to read and study on some of the great quotations of American journalism that were carved into the walls and the floor. It was like reading the stern admonitions of the Anglo Saxon gods.
My favorite quotation is quite brief, and was set above a door leading to the elevators to the Chicago Tribune newsroom where I started as a copyboy. I would read this quote from Lord Thomas Macaulay every day and I still get goose bumps when I think of it:
“Where there is a free press the governors must live in constant awe of the opinions of the governed.”
But now I suppose that should be amended to reflect the leverage and constant awe the governors must feel to Twitter ory Facebook/Meta committees, and their friendships with the Department of Justice hacks and other media “influencers” in government.
I do remember how upset and panicky the Chicago Tribune newsroom became when I worked there and wrote columns in support of Miranda Devine and The New York Post’s reporting on Hunter Biden, his self-incriminating laptop and the national establishment’s effort to silence reporting about it. And whatever Woodward and Bernstein once stood for–and they did some heroic work–is defiled every day by the new journalism.
The old journalism business model has collapsed. The new greasy journalism model is here. A new crop of new editors shake like reeds at the march of the newspaper union Bolsheviks–for example, my old Tribune– in league with the cadre of hard left politicos determined to see Chicago and other big cities fall and leaving victims of violent crime without a voice. A few decent journalists remain, but most anyone with any credibility has left corporate legacy journalism in Chicago to the harpies that despoil it.
And Woodward and Bernstein? They’re dust in the wind now, as dusty as memories from the old Washington establishment Gridiron Club dinner where reporters wore white tie and tails and bowed to potentates wearing sashes. I’ve worn the monkey suit and have attended that dinner. You’ll see evidence of the primping. And see newspaper bosses preening, and journalists singing show-tunes and ditties–at the Gridiron and the White House Correspondent’s Dinner–to entertain their political masters whom they served as guardians of the Washington establishment.
The political pretorians loved those dinners. And years ago, I knew then at those dinners why the people hated men in white ties and tails. It was phony. It was Washington. And the people on the outside mocked by the likes of limp twits like Seth Meyers? They were the Forgotten American people and they hated us and all of Washington. And the wise ones still do.
Right now there is no time for nostalgia as reporters scramble to find any excuse possible to change the subject and avoid whether Joe Biden took 10 million dollars in bribes from foreign players, or if you prefer, pimps. Perhaps “UFOs AMONG US” will work or some multi-part series on Barbie’s sex life.
Who can say? The corporate media to which I gave most of my life will find out that it can’t ever come back to the good grace of the people after running a Biden family cover-up that they ran from the time the laptop was found. Because it has illuminated too much. And this week more drama. This week with Devon Archer
Joe Biden is too old to run again—best that he be bundled away off stage—so they won’t have to see him fall for his crimes and take his Democratic Party enablers down with him. Or so they hope.
But he’s had his hand out for 50 years. Grafting and grafting. Taking and taking. From the credit card companies that kept him going. As the wide open southern border with Mexico allows trafficking in little children and fentanyl that murders their older American brothers and sisters. Joe was a grifter back in Delaware. And with the new Russian oligarchs. And the Ukrainian oligarchs. And the Chinese oligarchs. All sending him and many other members of the Biden family millions upon millions of dollars so they could live like kings on a government salary.
His boss, the “sainted” Barack Obama turned the Blind Eye. He not only knew. He let it happen. The Obamas learned in Chicago that the people are fools.
Just distract them with shiny objects like manufactured “racism” and the cheapest kind of Chicago Way hustle falls right into their hands.
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He's good.
But will he be silenced?
