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Media Watch, 1
Friday, June 13, 2003
OTHER PEOPLE'S MEDIA WATCH'S website is slow to update, charges Reader Rod.
Could be, but today has comments from yesterday. Including these apposite words:
Margaret: that's a straw man you're beating. Our complaint is not that MW attacks right-wing outlets, but that it ONLY attacks right-wing outlets, while ignoring similar or worse sins when they're committed by MW's ideological allies.
MW pretends to be about media standards, but its real agenda is to discredit media outlets and personalities with it disagrees politically.
I have absolutely no time for Piers Ackerman (who Paul Vautin described best . . . but I probably can't repeat that here), but, to take one example, Phillip Adams is at least as bad as Ackerman in terms of laziness and dishonesty . . . but you'd never know it from MW.
It is true that the Gruesome Crew are not rushing to correct this correspondent.
"FAT AUNTIE!" rages right-wing bastard Doug B at Big Donald McDonald's dismissal of his claim to Auntie's attention.
More like Auntie Jack.
ON MONDAY NIGHT'S Late Night Live a cosy stroke-fest between the Gastropod and two former Auntie heavy-weights, Bob Raymond and Tim Bowden.
Raymond, the founding producer of Four Corners when that was ground-breaking stuff for Australia, stepped outside the zone.
I regret, he said in Uncle's paraphrase, that the distinction between reporting and commentary has been lost in much of the ABC's news and current affairs programming.
He needs re-educating.
No wonder Bob Raymond only got the OAM. Not enough commentary for social change to win him Auntie's backing.
WHAT A WEEK! Unlce is just recovering from the hangover after celebrating last Monday's good news that Geraldine Doogue has been appointed an Officer in the Order of Australia.
As leading front-person for Life Matters, Geraldine's innocence has survived more years than I can remember of assaults by the harsh realities her minders occasionally serve up to her.
Those of us who've moved beyond the communard coccoon under the pressure of the same forces can only admire Geraldine's tenacity, her capacity to be forever surprised at the failure of the world to serve the communard cause, to refrain from leaping one step ahead of the audience that Auntie wants.
The Honours Secretariat finds its own words for the citations provided for their awardees. You will see from the words they've chosen for Geraldine that deep within the de-Hollingworthed intestines of Government House at Yarralumla is to be found a sound appreciation of Auntie's purpose in life:
For service to the community, particularly as a commentator for social change