Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Nonn'erubeskite, Reges Translate

Aponiente



Journalism has come to Twitter to stay.


vermin for centuries remained locked in their journals. El Pais, El Mundo, As, Marca. If you want it buying, otherwise you know. The critters come to light. Emerged thousand gatherings, infinite channels. Safari Park monkeys jumped on our vehicles. But God saw that the monkey was good, and gave him a can of gasoline. Twitter put in the can.

No one is safe. Not enough not to follow someone, even with not having their own. The lies in the network become the headlines of the day and vice versa. The noise generated becomes more protagonist information.

Anonymity social networking became a school playground with children screaming or saying an "asshole" higher another. A black eye was the greatest toll. Authenticated accounts and the need for self-assertion with the names and curricula, incumbency and flattering picture of the networks have made a bonfire of vanities that are vying for supremacy on the basis of cheap shots, low approach and questionable accountability.

Groups insult chefs, athletes who laugh at others, throwing what politicians would not dare drop the microphone and, above all, journalists. Freed from the shackles of an editor or a director, without verifying the sources, were thrown to a mad race to be the first to say stupidity or generate larger the most devastating fire.

I already warned of the approaching end of the world. What I did not imagine that so many idiots were to broadcast via Twitter.

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