"ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT"~NYT

As I surf through the news each morning I continue to be stunned by the headlines. It's four years, including the Republican nomination period, that Trump and his accomplices in the media have violated our emotions. Whether we love him or hate him we can't get away from him. Whether it's TV, Social Media, Radio, newspapers, or magazines it's all about Trump and the media bubble he has created for himself.

Not even the pandemic could interfere, this guy is a master of media manipulation he can take an expository headline about global health and turn it into a fictional essay about Donald Trump and he does it over, and over and over with encouragement from those media representing both extremes, Murdock news outlets on the right, Fox and the WSJ and independents on the left, CNN and the NYT.

This isn't about politics, it's about the press and how they sell their editorial soul for a pound of market share flesh. It's about the first amendment of our constitution that guarantees freedom of speech, written and verbal.

A free press is powerful, starting with the Town Criers of medieval England to today's internet; news sells, and controversial news sells best.

Approaching the election, I'd like the media, including social media, to take a page from the NYT and feature:

"All The News That's Fit To Print".

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