Journalists, man. Who knows what crazy shit they're gonna get up to next. If they're not tryin' to convince everyone to go see Chicago, then they're making up a loada kooky bullshit for to make their petty little scribblings half-way readable. Crouching over their iMac's or Big Mac's or Personal PC's or whatever it is they use, rolled up cigarettes hanging from their unshaven skeletal faces, writing their incisive crap about something or other.

Who doesn't love them? Who wouldn't wanna maybe hang out with, say, seven or nine of them for an evening's chat? Hardly anyone, is what The Duke would imagine. Probably they get stopped in the street at all hours, can't even buy a pint of semi-skimmed without some motherfucker shoving a pen and paper into their faces. "Sign this for me, man, and also, thanks for all those great things you wrote, or maybe it was somebody else, I didn't know, I never looked at the motherfucking thing."

What the feature movie by the name of Shattered Glass concerns itself with, is Anakin Skywalker plays Stephen Glass, a fella who thought, perhaps understandably, that reading a load of shit about some knob-end or other you never heard of would be all the more interesting if he threw some bullshit in there.

Turns out that it wasn't really earth-shattering, though, the bullshit. I don't know that a story about you can buy Monica Lewisnki condoms is all that interesting, whether it's true or not. Why would you even bother making that shit up? Why not write that maybe Prince Charles has invaded Poland with a couple fucking Eskimos he met in a brothel. Why bother inventing stories about some computer hacker got a big job. Who the hell cares? What difference does it make? Half the shit I read in a day I couldn't give a fuck if it's made up or not. It doesn't make a damn bit of difference one way or the other. Somebody got drunk. Who cares? Next time, Glass, invent something with some fucking cyborgs and I might pay attention.

Anyhow, some folks thought this was a terrible thing to be happening. This magazine Glass writes for, apparently it's the official magazine of Air Force One. I don't know that I'd be so happy about that kinda fact, I mean let's face it, that flick was a loada horseshit, but they seem all the proud in the world.