I’m gonna tell you a story about a couple of groups of people.
News people – especially newspaper people – subscribe to the American ideal of what journalism is, and what journalists are. Part of the culture involves seeing journalism as an almost monastic calling, with a higher codes and rituals and an impenetrable argot that separates them from baser callings. Among good reporters, it’s a mission; among lesser ones, it’s an affectation. It’s neither good nor bad.
I grew up with a foot in that world; I was a news reporter, on and (mostly) off from age 16 into my late twenties. I did my level best to stay detached and stay as close to “objective” as I could (even during my stint in the news department at ulter-liberal KFAI, of all places), where I am happy to relate that nobody ever guessed from my reporting that I had any politics at all.
And then there’s the other world; the more plebeian, less-lofty world of radio, especially the part of radio outside of the few remaining serious commercial radio newsrooms. The world of stunts, dirty tricks, “punking” the competition with gleeful abandon; the world that spawned Howard Stern and Scott Shannon and Opie and Anthony, for better or worse. A world where an extra couple of hundred listeners tuning in for an extra fifteen minutes can mean the difference between having a great job and filing for unemployment yet again. It’s a nasty, brutish, deeply dysfunctional world where arrested adolescents romp and play routinely on the dark side of the ethical moon. And damn, when it’s fun, it’s fun!
Blogs are somewhere between the two, and way outside ’em to boot. A blog reflects its writers, pretty much; you can tell Powerline is a bunch of lawyers with scrappy streaks, that The Sheila Variations is written by an eclectic with ADD, that Captain’s Quarters’ Ed Morrissey is a mild-mannered guy with an incisive rhetorical left hook and a Rainman-like command of facts. And you can probably tell that this blog is the product of a guy who wears a bunch of hats; diarist, would-be-eclectic, amateur pundit-via-rhetorical-pugilist.
Anyway.
Last week, when the “Punk the Monitor” scheme got hatched, I asked myself – “is this a good idea?” to mock, to “punk”, such a request?
Jeff Fecke left a comment yesterday:
Mitch–
Thank you for your interest, but I have no comment at this time.
Sincerely,
Jeff Fecke
P.S. Oh, wow, look how easy that was!
Oh, wow, but that’s not the whole story.
If it were, say, Tim O’Brien or Nick Coleman or Lori Sturdevant writing to me, that’s what I’d do. Because they’re biased hacks who are out to attack the politics I personally espouse, and will use any info I provide to that end – but they’re the establishment, and everyone knows what they’re about. No surprises there.
And if Eric Black or MPR or most mainstream reporters sent an email, it’d be another story; most of them take “detachment” fairly seriously.
But the Minnesota Monitor is an inherently deceitful enterprise, a propaganda organ funded (lavishly, by blog standards) by liberals with deep pockets whose mission is to win elections and regain control of this nation. Which would be fine – if they were open and honest about their goals, motivations and support, so that the unwitting could make up their own mind. Nobody reads Powerline or Captain’s Quarters or this blog for that matter and comes away thinking there’s any attempt at neutrality (although I do try to be fair).
As such, the Minnesota Monitor – like the Huffington Post or the Young Turks – deserves overt mockery – which, by the way, is the type of thing Fecke himself serves up at conservatives in non-Monitor blogging (you be the judge!), but expects everyone else to turn off when he puts on his “junior reporter” hat. It’d be like me doing this overtly partisan blog five days a week, and then walking into the Patriot studio and demanding that everyone treat me as a non-biased, open-minded objective person – nobody would buy it, and I’d get mocked for trying (and deserve it!).
Why, it’s almost as if, if you don’t want someone to interview you, you can decline to be interviewed. And you can even do so without being a jerk. And you don’t have to “punk” anyone.
Jerk?
Mommy? Is that you?
Jeff is right. “Punking” the monitor is an act of free will.
And declining “interviews” would certainly be a good idea – I know I would. Ignoring the Monitor completely would be a fine plan, actually. Most people do!
But mocking, pranking, “punking” is a perfectly fine way to express a different opinion; that we do not respect The Monitor; we see the “junior journalist” badge, but we’re not buying it (for good reasons that have more to do with journalistic credibility than ideology); that we are competing for hearts, minds, funny bones, votes, and the nodding realization at the end of the day that “these guys are reliable”.
But hey, that’s what you do when you’re an adult.
No, Jeff, it’s what you do when you respect the requestor.
That’s what, say, Michael Brodkorb did the two times I asked him for comment–and the two times he’s asked me for comment.
Michael works in politics, and must maintain relatinships with all sorts of people. I do not.
You and Aplikowski are less mature than Brodkorb. I mean, if that was me, I’d be really embarrassed. But hey, whatevs.
And I’d be embarassed if I was busted passing clairvoyance off as “reporting”, and even more so if I ever used the word “whatevs” (or “Pwn3d” or “hacktacular” or “whatevah”) in a sentence.
Tomato, tomahto.
Now have your people get back to me on those 13 questions, OK?
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