The Demise of Journalism


Not so long ago, journalists would go to any length to get a story and always protect their sources.

Now we have nothing left but massive overuse of quotation marks, clickbait nonsense and the ones that winds me up the most, clearly paid comparisons along the lines of “I tried 6 dildos and one filled me up perfectly”, along with “I’ve never ate a kebab in my life but expenses let me try a local shop and I was stunned” kinda thing.
But what set me off just now is this.

The National.

The clown is not familiar with the concept of removing the plastic from black pudding which shows the calibre of journalist we have today, apologies for the dodgy “newspaper” in advance.

Nominated by : Cunt of the Isles

NOTE: You bunch of cunts haven’t nominated enough cunts, so we’re only publishing one nomination per day for the next several days. You know what to do – NA.

82 thoughts on “The Demise of Journalism

  1. they got used to being lazy cunts, five years doing fuck all but regurgitate the same bollocks every day about brexit from the comfort of their own armchair then when that came to an end there was a godsend for them as they had another three years doing the same for covid. when that finished they should have gone back to actually chasing stories but they can`t be bothered the wankers. lets just keep saying orange man bad now is the script

  2. Where are the investigative journalists looking into why we’re being conned by energy and water suppliers, petrol retailers, our local councils, the railways etc etc etc?
    They’re nowhere to be found.
    There’s a few trying to infiltrate imaginary ‘far right’ groups, and that’s about it.
    When a Z list pop star falls from a hotel balcony, it’s all over the front pages.
    Even the opinion page writers in the more highbrow newspapers miss massive open goals, preferring to pontificate continuously about Trump, Gaza and Ukraine.
    I won’t include tv journalism because that’s long since dead.

  3. Cunts who claim to be a journalist and a writer.
    Just ask them a few questions…

    Have you ever had companies pay you to display their adverts?

    Do you have a portfolio of your work for various publications?

    Have you ever actually been paid?

    It’s usually a no for all of them.

    Writing crap for free for blogs and for Sabotage Times does not count. Sod off.

  4. Journalism was always manipulated to a degree for favours but the real
    death of mainstream and independent media really took hold, in the Iraq invasion of Kuwait 1990.
    They the military alliances that is, did not allow any wartime journalists operate remotely, even at their own risk anywhere near the front lines of the conflict.
    Instead the journalists were fed narrative by briefings.
    All one got was spin from there on in and that has remained the case ever since.
    This was so successfully employed that it became the normalisation of controlled information on every level be it politics and the beginning of PC bullshite
    They lied but could starve the whistleblowers from the real situations.

  5. Well, if the Markle Creature is so wonderful.
    Why does Harry spend most of his time paying people to say nice things about her?

    Also, why does he have to pay them?

    Could it be that she is ulcerous corrosive gold digging opportunist vermin?

      • Just think of the women Harry could have had, that Chelsea bird was alright, and he settled for a divorced, yank Hollyweird moron.

        She must be good at something, eh?

        That reminds me of the old joke:

        How do you stop a woman from blowing you?

        Marry her.

      • OR, Termujin, … in the shorter term, if you’re an accomplished hypnotist such as myself, having a singular Lewinski abruptly cut short would often simply be a case of counting to 3 aloud and then clicking one’s fingers … 🤠

      • That’s what I’ll never get about Harry, Termujin.

        He was a very popular royal. Seen as one of the lads, a good sense of humour and even a bit of the old common touch.

        Also, he could have had his pick of the birds. Hollywood crumpet, playboy bunnies, the cream of posh English society totty. He could have been the greatest royal playboy and ladies man since Edward VII.

        But, overnight he gave it all up. He became a surly, humourless, permanently offended knobhead. And, of all the women he could have chosen, he chose that piece of trailer trash. Even working class lads deserve better than that.

        And, of course, he is involved in all her woke skullduggery and vile scheming. A shadow of a man, and a cunt.

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