A gentle suggestion for our August Journalism Elders. Pretend the roided-up MAGA-monkeys tripping on uncut #WHCD outrage today are anti-war protesters from 2003, and pretend they don't exist.
I mean good God, you disappeared 65 million Hillary voters after the election. Surely you can ignore the Breitbart comments section. There are only 12 of them and four of them are the same guy.
Treat the ex-functionaries of President Puss-Grab (looking at you, Scaramucci and you, Spicer) like they're a diverse neighborhood that voted against Trump by 18 points.
Like just pass them on by like they're not even there, on your way to do something you decide is more important. You see, you can in fact make editorial decisions not dictated by Winning the Morning.
You make them all the time. You decide who to listen to and who to prioritize and what citrus rind of bullshit you're going to talk about for hours on your shows. You have meetings about it. So take some responsibility.
Pretend the Red State Strike Force or whoever's filling up your voicemail with grammatically questionable yowling is a bunch of activists who don't want their health care taken away.
Listen to "senior administration officials" as much as you listened to Black Friday protesters or gun control advocates or people who'd like their children's textbooks to postdate Czechoslovakia.
Make a little constituent group out of the people attacking Michelle Wolf this morning. Label it, in your spreadsheet, PEOPLE WHO WANT US DEAD AND THAT IS NOT HYPERBOLE. And then never speak to any of them again.
Don't tell me you can't do it or you'd miss out on important stories or whatever. You've been missing important stories for decades. You've been pretending to powerlessness as long as you've been in power. And the charade is beneath us all.
I know you can do it because you've been doing it to liberal activists for years, on issues ranging from drone warfare to immigration. Flip the party affiliation and you'd have no trouble dismissing everyone all up in your grills today.
Schmucks.
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When I was thinking of making a hole in the Chicago river back in 2014, or 2004, or 6 weeks ago, I KNEW I WAS LOVED. I KNEW THERE WERE HOTLINES. I KNEW PEOPLE CARED. You know what I thought? "The people who love me are idiots who'll come to realize how wrong they were."
Depression LIES TO YOU. About everything, but especially about how smart it is.
It tells you that hotlines are stupid and your loved ones are morons and that doctors and medication won't work. I fight this every day and it is CRAFTY as a motherfucker. I have been on medication for 15 years now and it still occasionally outsmarts me.