Children’s Stories
Source: Reporters turn to ridiculing White House Easter eggs – The American MirrorThe American Mirror
Anyone who’s ever been around 3 year old children understands how annoying they can be once they set their minds to annoying you. From the classic “are we there yet?” bleats while on a car trip, to the constant whining when they’re hungry or tired, even the most patient parents can be pushed to consider abandoning their darlings at nearby orphanages.
Eventually, (but not always) they mature and grow out of that annoying stage of their existence. Typically, the darlings lose interest in annoying their parents because the amount of attention they receive diminishes. In other words, they are no longer rewarded for annoying behavior.
Some however, manage to retain this annoying trait and wind up as columnists for the Washington Post, the New York Times and other assorted mainstream newspapers, where they can continue their charming ways… and get paid for it. We already expect and have read articles ad nauseam, about how the new President Trump is comparable to Hitler, is racist, sexist, will increase the effects of global warming and cause the end of mankind. Anyone reading stories from The Post, The NY Times etc., can easily observe this cutting edge reportage.
Having exhausted the usual storylines, media now directs their writers to Pulitzer worthy stories such as the one linked above, ridiculing the White House Easter eggs. This is now the new level of brave reporting for the fourth estate. We are also treated to tabloid exposes on the dining habits of the Vice President and his wife; of Melania Trump’s residence patterns; and of course, the recent stop the presses story of Kelly Anne Conway’s feet on the couch. The derangement is so severe, that someone actually fact checked a sarcastic remark from Sean Spicer about Trump using Russian salad dressing.
While to many, this level of reportage is amusing, when you consider that this is the essence of an adult person’s vocation, it’s actually quite pathetic. If it was not bad enough to admit you were a lawyer at a cocktail party, it’s even worse now to admit that you’re a journalist. It may behoove them to twist the narrative slightly and say that they write children’s stories.