BEIJINGYANK

Newspapers: Reinvent Yourselves... Or Else

Ah the good ol' days of fabrication. I miss the diatribe of brain injured reporters becoming the news by chasing under aged male prostitutes. Oh the memories of yellow agenda journalism of WMDs being in Iraq. The excitement of reading about Yellowcake forgeries! The whispers of the cocaine parties’ journalists headlined.

Those were the days when journalists were bought to shill for the CIA for a couple of hundred dollars a month. OH, THE GOOD OL' DAYS.