The Newsmen’s New Clothes
Who will tell the MSM they are full of s**t ??
The newsmen who were to carry his train stooped low and finally reached the floor as if they were picking up more skewed interviews. Then they pretended to lift and hold it high to all of the townspeople. They didn’t dare admit they really had nothing to report.
So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, “Oh, how fine are the Emperor’s new clothes! Don’t they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!”
The Newsmen would not confess that they couldn’t see anything wrong, for that would prove them either unfit for their positions, or just fools. No costume the Emperor had worn before was ever such a complete success.
“But he is not my emperor!” a little child said.
“Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?” said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, “He is not my emperor. A child says he is not my emperor.”
“But he is not my emperor” the whole town cried out at last.
The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they may be right. The news media played on and on and there were rallies and parades and protests across the lands. But he thought, “This procession has got to go on.” So he walked more proudly than ever, as his newsmen held high the report that wasn’t there at all.