Good journalism.
Filthy mouth.
If a man ejaculates on a stranger at a bus stop, we write that he ejaculated on a stranger at a bus stop.
We will not call it an incident involving a commuter.
This is the whole trick.
Polite news sands the truth down until nothing happened. We do the opposite. Short sentences. Swear words where they belong. Sources underneath.
We have no party, no donor class, and no obligation to make your team look clever. Governments, corporations, movements, and this publication all get the same treatment: what happened, then what we think, in that order.
The joke is not the evidence.
Profanity is the style. Making shit up is still lying. Facts and commentary are labeled separately. Headlines can be crude. Claims still need a link.
Punch at the conduct.
The target is the act, the power, the scam, the cowardice.
Get it wrong. Fix it in public.
If we botch a fact, we put a dated correction in the story and leave it there. Quietly scrubbing a mistake is what spineless fucks do when they think they’re a brand.