The scrotum of the legacy media shrivels even further.
It was with a certain amount of sadness that I noted this week the announcement by the Daily Telegraph of the closure of their blogs. Four or five years back, it was, mainly in the shape of the redoubtable James Delingpole, the only alternative conversation one could have in the mainstream media about the oh so nice things that had to be done to save the planet from us wicked human beings, whom as Gaia knows were out to destroy it.
Because it was the only platform where a dissenting voice could be heard, it was a pleasure to visit there and actually discuss, examine and be critical of policies which it was a mortal sin to question in the Church of Climatology and by association their toe-licking lap dogs in journalism. If you weren’t in the fray at the time, you’ll never understand what a pure relief and a bloody godsend that was.
The response by the big green killing machine was to flood it with renta trolls, so to protect the discussion, we went to war. I’m partial to a bit of precision-guided violence, so I have to admit to taking a certain amount of pleasure in the troll wars that ensued.
In a very real sense, such wars annealed James’ blog, forged a band of brothers and in passing drove his hit count through the ceiling. They’d never had anything like those numbers before and since he left for pastures anew, nothing like them since. It’s important to note that the band of brothers contained a lot of sisters too, who were just as informed, just as disgruntled and just as ready to kick troll ass into touch. Some of those friendships have lasted to this day.
About four years back, a new moderation regime was imposed and it became frighteningly obvious to all but the seriously retarded that it was all about shutting down the people commenting. I lasted a few weeks before I buggered off to start blogging myself. It bothered me because from a certain viewpoint it was an act of disloyalty to James but I simply couldn’t abide some work experience prat slashing to bits any comment I made which could in any way vaguely bruise someone’s tender sensibilities. Never play a game that’s stacked against you. If you can’t figure out a way to outcheat them, it’s time to walk away Renee.
James hung on in there for a number of years and all honour to him for doing so. For him, the Torygraph was anything but. I’m sure he and a few others took more than a few bullets for their commenters, though the latter at times appeared oblivious to that reality.
The writing on the wall for the blogs went to 68 point bold times new roman in a lurid yellow on black background when an anodyne consensus-think refugee from PBS was appointed editor. If you’re not familiar with PBS, think ABC, BBC, CBC et al (is there a DBC?) and all the other quasi state-funded television channels with a collar and leash about their bollocks when it comes to any attempt to present a politically incorrect viewpoint. Behave yourself Ruprecht.
He of course slowly recruited his similar talentally-challenged cronies and despite a few curmudgeonly honourable exceptions, the content has since spiralled down to an offering that appeals to nothing more than the Hampstead-based chatterati just gagging to give anyone Westminster-based a handjob for a few miserable crumbs of information. Of course, a politico left of centre gets the full service thingy. Think Willie Nelson, Keno girls and trailer hitches etc etc.
In a wider sense though, it’s another sign of the legacy MSM giving up. They put a lot of money into their offering but their consumer has lost interest and is moving off the paper and onto the screen, the tablet or the smart phone. If you’re reading this, you’re reading the shape of things to come. It may not be me, it may be someone totally different but that’s the crux of the matter, the kernel at the heart of the thing.
You’re getting a different viewpoint, whether you agree with it or not.
And that’s precisely why the Telegraph think it’s a good idea to give their blogs the chop. As their readership slowly evaporates away to the freedom of the blogosphere, they think it’s a smart move to take away their right of reply to an article because they can’t control what they’re saying. The media future is no longer about a uniformity of opinion, it’s about diversity. Everybody gets their pennyworth; you can no longer control that. Nobody can. Trying to stop that happening by ignoring it is called denial.
Anyway, requiescat in pace Telegraph blogs. Cheerio and thanks for all the fish.
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