“A Journalist As I See Him”
Actually, I don’t see well, so images in my mind might be distorted, though seeming to be right. So, while seeking for the truth, don’t consider me to be a wise man, which can solve all your problems. The same is just for the current topic. Oh-h, this topic… There can be written quite huge books, describing its nuisance. But in spite of strong desire, I won’t let my fantasies walk the free path.
Okay, don’t mind my madness. We’ll arrange a discussion now (be ready, man!) and dare to reason out some important factors, if they occur at all. In fact, I’m too afraid of sinking in the annals of the problem, but, thanks to Our Lord, I could at least ensure myself in the company providing insuring services. So, just forward. And no fear. ‘Cause destination – darkness.
How do I see a journalist? Well, shortly, this is a man, who has too little time and too many duties. When he finishes writing an article or another work, at the same moment he receives plenty of calls at his cell phone or messages at his e-mail address with the insatiable demands of more and more… Just imagine this way of life… Details are not so important. The salt is that after several active decades, a journalist is sucked out completely, so he just becomes a fully-dried oak leaf fallen down to the barren ground in late October…
On your part it’s logically to ask me now, how did I happen to enter the faculty of journalism then? Well, that’s interesting question. Maybe I’ll write another essay, explaining my strange choice (I do want it myself, don’t I?). But let it be on any other day…
Of course, you might absolutely dislike, what I’ve written here, and wish me all the devils for my next birthday. But, in fact, I warned you at the beginning, that my stream of consciousness is quite private and I don’t pretend being Disciple, teaching the nations. And the right of each person of having his own point is written in the Constitution of Russia. So, if you couldn’t somehow tolerate MY point… then C U in a court!
Ciaou, man!