We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Part of it is their ongoing slant, but the purely mechanistic behaviorism of it is certainly a driver as well. What they write gets praised and paid for, so they keep at it, like a pigeon hitting a bar to get a pellet. Most members of the media can no longer afford to consider whether something is true or not. Yes, they can (sometimes) go down in crashing ignominy if they are caught out, but more often, they gradually become irrelevant if they do not jump on every possible scandal.
There is a limited market for the "Hey, maybe we've gone too far" stories, but outside of the specifically conservative media, you only get a few passes on that, and you had better show your antiTrump bona fides pretty quickly and thoroughly right after.
Upton Sinclair, in I, Candidate for Governor, and How I Got Licked: “It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.”
I don't apologise for quoting a socialist on that. His diagnoses were great; it was his prescriptions that might kill you.
Assistant Village Idiot