Monday, January 31, 2011
There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends
Journalists have entirely abdicated their responsibilities. No one gathers information with any desire to edify the public anymore. They wish to put forth an opinion, usually a very crabby and ill-informed one, and only look out the window for accomplices.
The ease of recording and disseminating video, sound, and pictures by the general public, to the general public, has blown up their crabby fiefdoms, and they don't like it. If they did their jobs, it would be superfluous.
There is nothing as useful to sensible people as a dedicated person that goes places, interesting and mundane alike, and painstakingly records what they see. Sometimes, it takes some nerve. These people have nerve. In 2008, They got on a train in Vienna, and rode it all the way to the capital of North Korea, and then walked around. If you've got a half-hour or so, you can learn more from it than four hundred pounds of New York Times.
The Forbidden Railway