Where have the great news people gone?


 Where oh where is Edward R Murrow?  

I know. I know. Dead. 

But his brand of journalism. I’ve touched on this in a past post, and yet I still feel the need to talk about this again. Or rather to write about it. I think that today, we have Rachel Maddow for a while anyway, and perhaps Lawrence ODonnell. And yet…one yearns back for the paternal reassurance of Walter Cronkite saying:




It just doesn’t get better than that folks. And yet perhaps I should also include someone else here:

Goodnight and good luck indeed. 

In one of my first posts, I included a clip from Aaron sorkins series “newsroom”. In it Jeff Daniel’s bemoans the loss of integrity in journalism. And I believe there is truth in this:


Ok. I am belaboring my point. 

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