Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
The First Amendment as interpreted by the contemporary legacy media:
Blah, blah, blah, or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, which is the very foundation of democracy, and which must be appropriately worshipped, and which may dish out any lie, calumny, prevarication, slander or libel, but may never be suffered to take it, the members of which press are much smarter and more moral and with it than all of you peasants, and who have the sovereign right to work as agents for any political party they choose and do whatever is necessary to trick all you clodhoppers into thinking whatever they think right, and to hell with that “journalistic ethics” crap; blah, blah, blah.
Tell me, gentle readers, let’s suppose there is a group of people you know hate you with a raging, actually insane passion. These people will do and say anything to slander you, to hamper you, to destroy your reputation and character, and to harm you and your works in any way possible. Caught in lie after lie, they remain unrepentant and continue to pursue your ruin. Suppose too, these people invite you to a formal dinner, a dinner where they will have every opportunity to abuse and humiliate you under the guise of just having a bit of harmless fun. Suppose these are people who have claimed you have syphilis. Suppose they have claimed your ten-year old son is autistic. Suppose they have called your wife a hooker. Suppose further this dinner will be televised for the entire world to see, giving your enemies video they can use against you into eternity.
Who, gentle readers, who, pray tell, wouldn’t be delighted to attend such a dinner with such engaging company? Thankfully, not Donald Trump, who has, once again, demonstrated his good sense and leadership:
This morning, I listened to Chris Wallace of Fox News, one of the more professional journalists extant, who couldn’t see why Mr. Trump might want to skip this particular little fun fest. Among his observations was that Mr. Trump is going to need allies in the future to pass his agenda.
Allies?! Among the press?! And here I thought it was the job of the press to have reasonable skepticism about every politician, and to tell the truth about them, whether that truth reflected well or poorly on them. I don’t see anything in that about allies. Actually, wouldn’t reporters allying themselves with a politician or political party make them liars, scoundrels, and political thugs rather than objective, professional journalists? What’s that you say? Much of the media has already done that? With the Democrats? Oh, that’s right.
I’m sure the noble correspondents at their little “nerd prom” as they so charmingly call it, will be the soul of decorum in Mr. Trump’s absence, and will not behave like soulless political thugs. I’m equally sure hell is about to freeze over, pigs are about to fly, and snowballs are flourishing in Hell.
It’s fascinating to hear the press wail and whine about how mean Mr. Trump is being, and how he is shaking the very foundations of democracy by daring to criticize, and now, politely declining an invitation to be abused by the press. It’s even more fascinating that the press thinks the public is on their side and their petulant, juvenile tantrums are helping their cause, which is to destroy this presidency regardless of the consequences to the nation and its people.
I’m growing fonder of Mr. Trump by the day. It’s difficult for me to imagine having a lower opinion of the press, but I’m discovering new lows by the day.