The Future of Journalism

The Future of Journalism

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Trust in media is at an all-time low. According to Edelman, “56% of Americans believe journalists and reporters are purposely trying to mislead people by saying things they know are false or gross exaggerations.”

This is a problem. We need media organizations we can trust, but, according to most Americans, they don't exist right now. Savvy politicians take advantage of this problem. A candidate can become quite popular—even President of the United States—by exploiting the justified distrust and disdain for media organizations.

Citizens find some independent journalists worth trusting, but no large media organization has earned their respect. According to the aforementioned Edelman study, “58% of Americans believe most news organizations are more concerned with supporting an ideology or political position than with informing the public.”

I don't know how to solve this problem, but I did write a poem (scroll down to read it). Not that I know how to write poems either. I read (performed?) this poem on today's show, where we went deep on the future of journalism.

The Newsman

The newsman awakens in a high-rise penthouse suite
Then he’s handed a hot cappuccino and fires off a tweet
The message is powerful and necessary in these dire times
Not like they give blue checkmarks to men who don’t wear ties

Stepping into his spacious closet, the newsman dons a black Armani
It takes more than cufflinks and Gucci’s to get the people’s voice ready
You see, a newsman must always look somber and sincere
The fate of the country depends on his ability to sell fear

Once at the studio, the newsman gets right to work
No time for meetings, but he’ll make time to flirt
The interns all hate him, but that’s not his fault
Why shouldn’t he show them the Snapchat he got

Who cares no one watches, and they all prefer Rogan
They couldn’t ask a panel of five random people a question
The 4th Estate would be nothing without him
Just look how he plays himself in movies of fiction

His job is to hold power to account and point out corruption
Yes, he makes millions working for a shameless corporation
But they’re not the bad guys; he knows that’s your hunch
Now let’s go to a report on what Trump had for lunch

Last year he met Colbert at the White House Correspondents Dinner
Next time he wants to meet that actress who dated John Mayer
His mom is so proud, and she tells him he’s brave
He did wear that Patagonia that time he reported in the rain

Politicians fear him; he won’t put up with their spin
He asks them aimless questions, and they go on to win
No party owns him or keeps him from telling the truth
It’s not his fault one party’s ugly and the other is cute

He’s your voice and your hero, and he’s on your side
Where would the world be without him and his kind
We’d probably be happier and nicer it’s true
But then who would tell us the sky isn’t blue