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Friday 17 October 2014

Balanced Journalism?


A British Harley biker on holiday is visiting the zoo in Taronga Park, Sydney, when he sees a little girl leaning into the lions' cage. Suddenly, a lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her inside, under the eyes of her screaming parents. The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.
Whimpering from the pain, the lion jumps back, letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents who thank
him endlessly.

A reporter, also on holiday from the UK has watched the whole event. The reporter, addressing the Harley rider, says, “Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I've seen a man do in my whole life.”

The Harley rider replies, “Why, it was nothing, really. The lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and did the right thing.”

The reporter says, “Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist, and tomorrow's paper will have this story on the front page. So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?”

The biker replies, “I'm an SAS soldier just returned from Afghanistan and a UKIP supporter.”

The journalist leaves. The following morning the biker buys the paper to see news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:


That pretty much sums up most of the media's approach to the news these days.


A young man graduated from University of Sheffield with a degree in journalism. His first assignment for the newspaper which hired him was to write a human interest story.

Being from Sheffield, he went back to the Pennines to do his research. He went to an old farmer’s house way back in the hills, introduced himself to the farmer, and proceeded to explain to him why he was there.

He asked, "Has anything ever happened around here that made you happy?" The farmer thought for a minute and said, "Yup! One time one of me neighbour’s sheep got lost. We formed a search party and found it. We all back-scuttled it and took it back home."

"I can’t print that!" the young man exclaimed. "Can you think of anything else that happened that made you or a lot of other people happy?" After another moment, the farmer said, "Yeah, one time me neighbour’s daughter, a good looking girl, got lost. We formed a big search party that time and found her. After we all back-scuttled her, we took her back home too."

Again, the young man said "I can’t print that either. Has anything ever happened around here that made you sad?" The old farmer dropped his head, looked up timidly and said, "I got lost once…"


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