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Muslims slaughter Christians, but it’s all the fault of the US
The Australian is a good paper, perhaps the last genuine example of what all good newspapers once were — crusading, factual, opinionated on its editorial pages but prepared to pursue stories in its news section that might be at odds with the leanings of many readers. What The Australian does is called journalism and there used to be a lot of it. No wonder then that Media Watch and the would-be enforcers of orthdoxy and “appropriate” — don’t you just hate that word? — news coverage detest it. Every day that Rupert Murdoch draws breath and his commitment to a national broadsheet keeps The Australian alive and on the stands, The Age and SMH are diminished by its very existence.
Still, The Australian is not without fault. Every Saturday in the colour magazine, Phillip Adams is given a page to say little at great length and always, somehow, about himself. That Adams holds compromising photos of Murdoch is one possible explanation for his column’s longevity, though a most unlikely one: were Adams ever to find a camera in his hands, only selfies would emerge in the darkroom.
Then there is Doonesbury, the cartoon strip that, as Mark Steyn writes, is “like ‘Blondie’, but less edgy and with worse draftsmanship and drearier characters.” That’s how he begins his piece on Doonesbury‘s author, Garry Trudeau, who recently marked his award for “achievement in journalism” by slagging the Charlie Hebdo crew, who paid with their lives for having the genuine courage to continue offending the savages who eventually made good on their threat to kill them all.
Steyn’s full blast can be read in full via the link below. Sadly, Doonesbury (and Adams) can still be read in The Australian
