My Tweet a few minutes ago:
If you’re socialized in #MSM #journalism, like I’ve been for 40 years, last night’s extraordinary @POTUS #DonaldTrump presser was an almost romantic moment–a president under attack, #journalists running from an aborted “nerd prom” to the @WhiteHouse, shaken and a little stirred.
Well, the romance didn’t last long 🙂
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2026_White_House_Correspondents%27_dinner_shooting
…..have openly demoted themselves to special correspondents. I’d like to think it’s a public commentary on the limitations of network anchoring and a true hunger to produce 20th-century, middlebrow magazine-like narrative–and those professional aspects might play a part. But hearing these goodbyes, it really sounds more like the intimate results of a work-life balance self-inventory, a real understanding that they are in a post-COVID/pre-old-age-illness vortex. (I mean, even Amy Goodman–who used to helm Democracy Now! no matter how sick she got!–actually took a day off last week to be part of a relative’s graduation.) In Chuck’s case, it’s almost like someone in his family told him, “You’re missing it.” Well, now he, Judy and Rachel won’t.
SEPTEMBER 10th UPDATE:
Drums in the Global Village 