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Satz Nummer 6368464

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This sentence was initially added as a translation of sentence #2016473There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes..

Det finnes ikke noe slikt som en uavhengig presse i dette stadiet verdenshistorien for USA. Du og jeg vet dette like godt. Det finnes ikke én eneste av dere som våger å skrive hva dere egentlig mener, og om dere gjorde, vet dere allerede at det aldri hadde kommet på trykk. Jeg blir betalt på ukentlig basis for å holde egne meninger borte fra avisa jeg har forbindelser til. Andre her blir betalt av liknende grunner, og dere som hadde vært dumme nok til å skrive hva dere egentlig mener, hadde føket rett på gata og vært på leting etter en ny jobb. Hvis jeg hadde tillatt mine egne meninger å dukke opp i én eneste utgave av en av avisene jeg skrive for, hadde stillingen min blitt likvidert innen de følgende tjuefire timene var omme. En journalist sin oppgave er å ødelegge sannheten, lyve rett til leserne, å forvrenge, å sverte, å krype ved føttene til Mammon og å gi opp landet sitt og rasen for å tjene litt småpenger. Du og jeg vet det like godt, og hva slags dumskap er denne feiringen av en uavhengig presse? Vi er sprellemennene; de drar i strengene, og vi danser. Talentene, mulighetene og livene våre er alle andre menns eiendom. Vi er intellektuelle ludder.

added by RudeGuyGames, 2017 M10 6