A Lament

A LAMENT:
twenty years ago, i remember looking out our 2nd story bedroom window at dawn. i could see the local newspaper boy, pedalling his bike down each end of the street, delivering freshly printed news at virtually every step.

ten years ago, i watched as a car drove down Edith Street stopping only three or four times to deliver the paper.

two years ago, i watched the car drive the entire length of our street and stop at our house only.

today, no newspaper showed up at all. which didn’t even bother me.

the corporate morons who own this paper have stripped it of all dignity and worth in October by laying off local editors and using “paginators” in Indiana to produce our news. i have not read it since then. i do not lament the painful death throes that constitute the inevitable demise of our local paper.

rather, due to this example of short-sighted corporate monkey brained remote ignorance of Missoulians in general, i lament the loss of any hope that our newspaper will ever again regain any relevance to younger people who now demand genuine non filtered information easily obtainable online. and this leads me inevitably to mourn the loss of unfettered local reporting and editorship control in our daily local newspapers in general.

and so it goes….

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