Recently, the professional liberal media has been trying to avoid being called pro. Everyone knows a pro is a gash or a poop chute willing to satisfied a corporeal donor in exchange for cash. You don't get paid to join the fourth estate. You get paid to have your buttocks branded, and you earn enough to have a little left over for a tattoo or piercing and little rings on your clit, glans, and nipples where your anonymous benefactors can attach the chains of journalistic excellence and lead you where you really want to go.
When you pull your ignorant obsequious hat from out of your ass and breathe deeply, doesn't it make you feel proud to realize you have endured nothing and have so much to show for it? I thought so.