Obama banned photographers. The White House would just give media outlets photos to publish and they would do it because they were lapdogs for Obama.
Here’s Stelter in 2013 talking about it. Notice how differently Stelter covered Obama than he does Trump.
@MAGAJayCutler Tried to tell a friend about this after it happened and god was it difficult to find anything about the incident. Everything else overshadowed or covered it up cause the full context made it not news worthy.
Remember when CNN ran a completely staged, fake story about its reporter finding and freeing an innocent man from one of Assad's Syrian prisons? That was awesome.
Confirmed fake story. Terrible acting too.
This is CNN.
I was a reporter. People and places have 1A rights too that includes to tell a reporter no to an interview, no to access, no to calling on them at a press conference. Freedom of the press means freedom to publish, not freedom to access or to force others to let you in or to make you talk to them.
People in Japan are saying all the American BBQ guys have vanished from their timelines, but mine is still full of dudes in black gloves squeezing giant hunks of meat.
The funny part is, they’re looking for us too.
“Where did the Japanese viewers go? Are they tired of BBQ? Should we smoke a whole A5 wagyu or start making pancakes and waffles?”
Both sides are clutching their phones, wondering where the other went.
Don’t worry. Our hearts are still connected by the same meat. 🥩🇯🇵🇺🇸
Story time.
Here are some photos of graffiti I cleaned fifteen years ago. Someone had tagged nearly every sign on the backroads in my little village and I didn’t like it.
I was struggling at the time with hopelessness at the state of the world, wondering constantly what impact one person could have against all the degradation, the pain, the problems.
So I did something odd. I left one sign tagged. I cleaned all but one.
The sign I did not clean is still tagged today. No one else has cleaned it. No town worker, no municipal road crew, no green up day volunteer.
Fifteen years.
I keep that sign as a reminder; if YOU do not step up and do something about the problems you see, nothing will change. The cavalry ain’t coming.
It’s up to you.