Ah, the primitive times of pre-internet days, where latex gloves, a camera, and a flashlight were all you had to dig up dirt on your opponent. You know, all it did was lead to a presidential resignation. No big deal, right?
As a kid, I remember the hours and hours of congressional testimony on TV that imprinted on me the Republican Party had done something nefarious, even though as a child, I could barley understand it.
Your analogy to that time struck a chord. I think the real story that journalists should vigorously be pursuing now, as they did then, is who is behind the hacking? Republicans don’t want to talk about that other than denying it was Russia. OK, then who was it? Republicans fall silent or say it doesn’t matter. I think it does. Am I the only one?
Having said that, I don’t think journalists have much choice in combing through the emails. It’s really not much different than investigative reporters that comb through your garbage on the curb looking for a scoop. It’s there. SOMEONE put it there. It’s now public. Who cares that a thief broke into your home and threw your personal diary into your trash? That’s not the reporter’s fault!
It’s funny. I think if that happened to me enough times, I might get careful about where I kept my private things. I might get a little obsessed with where I kept my diary. But really, I guess that would be MY fault for constantly worrying about someone who has broken into my house before, and thinking they might do it again. In fact, thinking about it too much might make me pretty secretive and paranoid over time. Ha! I guess that makes me pretty weird and UNTRUSTWORTHY! Ha ha! Oh well. Have a nice day!