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RIP Journalism

The immortal yet the dying. The truth yet the grossly and improbably fabricated. It dies and is posthumously replaced by its own dust; an ancient and pale art is held at the throat and dismantled within an inch of its life. Journalism, the media, the source of public information, which has henceforth survived McCarthyism, muckraking allegations, et al., now shakes down to its very foundation from the voice of the internet: online inflation of information, empty words inside of the shell of real journalism like a gutted crab. Opinion and fact have been crossbred beyond separation. It has never been the job of the public to sort through real and false information until now. It is modern day, and the people take one of three paths: they either eagerly ingest information exactly as it is presented to them because they agree with it; doubt or disregard every piece of news; or stop consuming news altogether.