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Mollie Hemingway has a great piece up today encouraging journalists to do the right thing. We are still at the beginning of the Obamagate revelations. They have a chance to report it honestly. But the window won’t stay open forever. Soon the historical opportunity to be among the brave truth-tellers of our era will be lost, and anyone who didn’t take it will be left twisting in the wind, their professional reputation in tatters.
It’s not a question of “if” anymore, but “when.”
Unlike the Russia collusion fiction that was maintained by the Obama administration, holdouts in the Trump administration, and finally the Mueller special counsel posse, the spying and leaking campaign story is coming out with facts. Declassifications, court documents, and investigative reports have all shown the falsehood of the Russia collusion hoax and the truth of the spying scandal. More could be coming.
It was one thing to spin the Russia collusion hoax during a time of mass elite freakout. But now everyone knows it was false. The truth is an existential threat to journalists, which is why the more activist among them are scrambling to kill the story and paint it as a distraction. These reporters won book contracts, TV gigs, promotions, and political success by peddling the hoax. They truly can’t be honest about it.
But others who weren’t so complicit have a shot here. There is no getting out of this easy, so if there are any reporters who care about their reputation, much less the truth, they should get on the side of truth now.
She’s right. And, susceptible as I generally am to schadenfreude, today I’m not feeling it. Instead, I’m feeling sympathy for the terrible dilemma these people and their followers are in. I’ve gone through enough disillusionment in my life to know that it’s extremely painful. Some are looking at an absolutely devastating identity crisis. They’re going to have to face the fact that the worldview they’ve been operating by and staking their careers and much of their personal lives on is false. Friendships are about to go up in smoke. Marriages might fall apart. Some of them will be going from rich to poor and from popular to pariah.
And those are the lucky ones. Those are the ones with the fortitude and grace to choose hard reality over comfortable illusion. A lot more are about to make a conscious or half-conscious decision to stay deluded and act as willing propagandists and/or dupes of liars. They’re actually buying tickets for that long, black train. It’s terrible.
The good news for those who make it, though, is that there’s a whole lot of unanticipated goodness and joy at the end of the pain. It’s like childbirth in the Biblical verse. You’ve got the pain of labor, which feels unendurable while it’s happening, but then gets relativized into nothingness as soon as the baby’s in your arms.
Your typical leftist can’t imagine it right now, but Truth really is liberating. And there’s wonderful fulfillment and companionship to be had among the dissidents. Just ask Brandon Straka and his #walkaway followers.
Anyway, I’ll be saying prayers for them all in the days and weeks ahead: that they manage it, that they do the right thing, and that it won’t be impossibly hard. And I’ll be working to stifle my urge to triumph over them. Instead, I’ll think about ways to welcome them and help bind up their wounds, like other people did for me when I faced my own reckoning with Reality.