Provided you can get enough journalists. And enough revenue.
Slowly, an audience who tuned in to be informed has transformed into one that tunes in to be entertained.
But crucially, they don’t realise it. They still believe it’s info.
The spectrum of issues gets restricted to a sort of 5-a-day headline diet.
The same people tour the studios.
All the cameras are in the same places.
But because you’re still maintaining a pretence that this is news journalism, the range of editorial lines is limited.
So all you’ve got is your anchorman’s way-too-polished face.
A race for ratings at the least expense.
Free market news. Fake news.
He gets ratings. He gives you them for free. He tells you he’s going to cut you out, and it makes no difference. Your ratings are assured by outrage.
And who’s there to pick them up? People with even less commitment to journalism than you.
People who can mimic your conventions.
People who make their names and fortunes by being anti-you.
They’re more you than you. They’re your long dark shadow.
And journalism dies. Journalists die. It becomes more and more common to see them shot at and killed, assaulted and insulted.
Why? You threw them to the dogs. Facebook. Twitter. YouTube.
All news is now content.
All journalists are now free agents and all news is fake.
24-hour news channels could have been transformative, educational.
Instead, they became an insidious machine working against democracy in the name of profit, primed for exploitation.
Tomorrow, I go back to audiobooks. There’s more truth there.
Goodnight.