So, by now everybodyImeaneverybody is familiar with Kai Nagata's fork in the eye of Television News Programming and the sausage factory from which it's ground. And, probably, the seemingly surprised-by-the-response follow-up, too. It's obviously achieved a lot more notice than the average "Take this job and...", Dear Bosshole letter. And the attendant volleys back have been numerous and varied. Sometimes kind of snide. Comments on the actual blog post have been, mostly, full of admiration and high-fiving boo-yaas of self-identification.
So, people find some resonance in Nagata's toodle-oo.
And they should. Television News is just another ratings whore. It has neither the will nor the precious time between commercials to present stories in any kind of a critical context. Everything's heading to Tonawanda it's all fire all the time. Plus, oh, oh, wasn't that the Prince? And the Princess? OMFG! Hey, it surely brings in eyeballs. And eyeballs bring in advertisers.
The full-on banality of the royal dumps emanating from the parasitic remnants of feudalism recently touring our fair lands was a Ratings Winnah! for the CBC who took a lead in the pom-pomming.
On the one hand, it's hard not to superficially sympathize with where Jessica Hume is coming from. On the other, it's unsurprising that the first time many encountered Mr. Nagata's piece was when it was published in whole on rabble.ca. The problem with Hume is she conflates the tirade against television news with journalism in general. Fail. The problem with rabble is that it was published without any kind of criticism or context whatsoever. Which is kind of what Mr. Nagata seemed to wish for in his own stumped Big TeeVee Career.
