I just spent a half an hour blathering about the history of corporate media, the different ways to own stations, etc. Then my screen flashed and it was all gone. Every pixel! I’ve got to wander off and let my blood pressure come back down.

My point was that by selling the bill of goods you have adopted, you have made some folks very happy and it would be good to identify them in your own mind.

If all media outlets are so bent, where is the straight place you are standing that allows you — but nobody else — to notice?

In the world where you live, does the Pulitzer or any other major prize offer a category for “best load of garbage hauled in the service of money”?

If you live in a city of any size, there is a bar preferred by working reporters. They go there when they get off work to complain. It would be a good place to research your next media criticism.