The real world doesn’t fund media giants—not the BBC, not the rest of the puffed-up cathedral choir. Politics does. Corporations do. The same cozy ecosystem that signs the cheques also writes the hymns. And as the old rule goes: he who pays the piper picks the playlist. Inside that bubble, everyone believes they’re a cut above the clever crowd—the elite’s elite, armed with smarter smugness and better lanyards. Even the intern fetching the oat milk believes they’re serving a sacred cause. When you’re inducted into something that important, you don’t question doctrine—you just chant louder. So no, journalists aren’t the bloodhounds of truth. They’re domesticated. Bred not to bite the hand that bankrolls them. Truth doesn’t pay; obedience does.
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