Da News

We here at the Manor have the unfortunate honor of being served by two newspapers. One is the Long Beach Press-Telegram, which is good for local news. The other is the Los Angeles Times which covers national and international news than it does local news.
This writer started reading the Times when the Herald-Examiner went belly up despite the fact that the Her-Ex was a better paper. It was more of a newspaper than the Times in that it actually reported the news in a fairly objective manner. The Times, since the late 1960s, has been a forum for the opinions of the "reporters."
In fact, if one listens to the various Times reporters and journalists and one were to take them seriously, one would think that the Times is the most objective news organ in the Southland. But those name scribes mostly live west of the L.A. City Hall. They do not live in East L.A., they do not live in the South Bay or South Central. They do not live in the southeast county. And worst of all, they seem to be all the products of journalism schools from whatever college or university.
Newspaper reporters like to portray themselves as "cynical" despite the fact that they are the biggest suckers in town. They will accept the story that a welfare mother has been wronged at a public housing facility before they will investigate that said welfare mother has raised a couple or three gang bangers and that she has a big screen television and she has her nails done by a Thai immigrant.
Let's face the facts. The journalism game has always been dirty. Back in the day reporters were high school grads who could write. Those guys were always out for a scoop, even to the extent of ruining a murder investigation like the Elizabeth Short murder in 1947. But the old timers were looking for a story. They weren't looking to change society
The modern reporter, having been infected by the university, is trying to change the world. The welfare mother is a victim instead of a lazy bitch and the bum is a victim of societal neglect instead of a bad drunk who'd rather be drunk than work.
Speaking for those at the Manor, we'd much prefer the old type newspaper man than the modern journalist. At least that guy, while trying to get a scoop, was pretty honest, straight forward and clear-eyed. He saw a bastard as a bastard, not as a poor thing.