I am less disappointed in the news media these days than I am angry at it.
I grew up on the morning papers. “Papers” is plural because my dad was a newspaperman and took multiple daily or weekly editions that he read over breakfast or on the train from Southern Connecticut to the city. One time when I was maybe 13 we were in Newport Beach, California and he sent me out to get the Times. I dutifully brought back a day old edition of The New York Times which was what I had assumed he meant and that was a big laugh because in California it means the LA Times, or what Harry Shearer refers to as the LA dog trainer.
Nowadays I can’t read either of those. I just find them boring. Same for all the TV and political websites. Just too predicable. Even a recent expose in the LA Times on the Marshall Islanders and atomic veterans was such old news one wonders how it is news to anyone.
I know before passing by CNN, Fox or MSNBC in an airport or restaurant that today’s talking points will be something to do with stopping Sanders. Maybe it will be a story about the price tag on Medicare-for-All or the Green New Deal, neither of which will ask the obvious question about the exorbitant price we are currently paying for the insane, stupid, unscientific, and soon-to-be-suicidal status quo.