Quint, the establishment journalist, describes a Donald Trump White House press conference. link
Donald Trump comes cruising in. The reporters form themselves into tight groups. You know it’s kind of like ol’ squares in a battle or like being roped together at a Hillary press conference. And the idea is if the Donald goes after one reporter and then that reporter would start hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the Donald would go away.
Sometimes he wouldn’t go away.
Sometimes the Donald, he looks right into you. Right into the reporter’s eyes.
You know the thing about the Donald, he’s got… lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be a real politician. Until he bites into ya with those scathing remarks and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch complaining and the airways and Internet explode despite all the pounding and hollerin’ that the Donald isn’t a serious candidate. And that’s when the Donald comes in and rips ya to pieces.
I’ll never go into a press pool again.”
Pussy! I love it.
Real “journalists” thrive when there is “blood in the water”. Pussies provide the blood.
The modern schools of “journalism” teach camera technique, jargon, and “whore-craft”. That ain’t enough for facing the Master in the wild.
Go back to Starbucks. Or Learn to Code.
Why waste your time and ours? Your editors already have the column written just like the DNC wants it.
Learn to code.
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