Friday, January 18, 2008
J*********, the True Story
Those of you who have been following along over the past week or so might have noticed a certain disdain from some members of our community for j**********. If you haven’t been following the news closely, the reasons for this might be a bit opaque.
If you are one of those wondering about this issue, Iowahawk has a comprehensive roundup.
Accounts of media psychopathy, while widespread, have until now been largely anecdotal. In order to provide a more focused and systematic study of the crisis, Iowahawk researchers set out to identify and tabulate criminal arrests and convictions of current and former journalists. While by no means comprehensive, this 10-minute project yielded a grim picture of a once-proud profession now in the grips of tragic, drunk, violent, child-raping rage.
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Ominously, Owens warns that the current toll of victims is only the tip of the iceberg.
“With the current media industry economic quagmire, more and more of these people are being turned out in streets, with no discernible skills, especially rudimentary math,” says Owens. “The only thing they know how to do is make stuff up, and they really can’t even do that very well. It’s like a big incompetent powder keg ready to go off.”
(With apologies for the lack of bowdlerization in that quote.)
HT: Glenn Reynolds
Editor’s note: In case you were wondering whether it is appropriate to refer to these unfortunates only as j**********, even they themselves do this as a matter of course. The most common entry path into this sordid way of life is, after all, J-School.
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I see you’ve abandoned that math thingee. Good choice.
Abandoned? I think not. It’s just more effective when it comes by surprise.
No one expects the mathematical inquisition!
To increase the irony of criticism of the j-word, you should have apologized for the lack of dowdification of that quote.
A- Math is welcome here. I mean, jeez, I know that two plus two equals five (at least when they’ve been on the rack long enough to confess).
B- I know some people who happen to be j••••••••••, and not only do I think that they are good at their jobs, but I actually think they are good people.
Yes, but aren’t you a meth-head burnout j********* who tongue-kisses weird girls on the sidewalks at rock shows? Your notion of “good people” is probably skewed.
You didn’t get her number, by any chance, did you? I’m just asking. No reason.
Well, when you put it that way…
And, no, I’ll never give out that number. I’m saving it for an emergency (kidding).
Admit it. You won’t give out the number because your math inadequacy makes it impossible for you to tell what the number actually is. That’s right, isn’t it?
It’s OK. You’re among friends.
Well, obviously not GOOD friends. But still friends. We’ll be there for you, man, helping you to understand why your share of the $19 check is $23, explaining how the “5” and the “6” look similar but are actually distinct digits, and all the rest of it.
Really bad friends in fact. The kind who would rat you out for a good giggle.
Or for money.