Where have all the good men(good journalist's) gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need.

Written by: Jim Steinman and Dean Pitchford
Performed by: Bonnie Tyler

The journalist's of yesteryear have either forgotten their standards or chose to write to satisfy their own or other people's view of political correctness.
The current crop of new journalist's has not been taught what true journalism is about, they have been taught to be automatons of current politics and the MSM. Go out, don't report the news objectively; try to change the world in the image that some leftist's professor taught you in J_school. That's exactly what we need, inexperienced and immature twenty-two and twenty-three old young journalist, taken seriously as world-changers.
There's no white knights out there on friery steeds, just stooges on sway-back corporations riding off into a gloomy political sunset.
You should lay there at night, toss and turn, awaken, and then throw your newspapers in the trash and leave the TV off. Just try it for a night or two, ignore what is preached to you.
You'll fid the hero is yourself.