I enjoy when Stacy McCain breaks out the Brickbat of Humility on a pointy-headed know-it-all.
Well, listen up, pal: “In the jargon of the field,” this is what we call the blogosphere, and we’re not impressed by your awards. Paul Krugman has a Ph.D. and a Nobel Prize, and we slap Krugman around on a daily basis just for the fun of it.
Oh, and I’m also an “award-winning journalist,” which proves — if it proves anything at all — that journalism awards are a dime a dozen. Hell, I’d probably be using journalism awards for doorstops and paperweights if it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve never had much appetite for wasting the time it takes to fill out those silly application forms.
Let me further point out, for the benefit of Wray Herbert and any other Award-Winning Journalists who are thinking about trying their hand at this blogging stuff, that in the jargon of the field, this is what we call “the Internet.” People who use the Internet don’t just randomly find stories they aren’t capable of figuring out on their on.
One of the most valuable purposes of the blogosphere is to puncture the pretentions of “award-winning journalists”. As Stacy has told me many times, in his role as my occasional journalistic Obi-Wan Kenobi, good reporting isn’t rocket science. One does not need an award to tell a story in a simple and straightforward way and possession of a dizzying intellect does not oblige a journalist to treat the rest of the world like subhuman Morlocks. If you want a reason why the MSM has been in such decline lately, you don’t have to look much farther than the almost palpable disdain with which so many media figures hold the hoi polloi. We citizen journalists do well to respect our audience; they are what keep us vital.
And throwing a Moses Malone-style elbow into the ribs of a snotty HuffPuffer doesn’t hurt either.