JOURNALISTS - My Arse.
Of course there was no consideration that wasting valuable time with talking heads answering inane questions that benefit no-one may well contribute to that load.
The place for answering questions is in the Parliament, hell, they even have time allocated for it and golly-gosh, they even have a name for it. QUESTION TIME. Well who woulda thunk it?
What we have here is something that has developed over many years. LAZY 'journalism' and 'cheap production values', i.e. the cost of making content for television, radio and newsprint.
Since when did we elect members of Actors Equity to show up and perform their party-piece? Frankly, I only want to hear from our politicians when they have something IMPORTANT to announce. The day-to-day proceedings of parliament are widely available to those who are interested and as for the others, let them have their 'tea' on their laps in front of soaps, game or reality shows! Gawd spare me.
I don't give a fig for the 'opinions' of the ABC or SKY or any other unqualified talking hairpiece. Nor am I interested in the opinions of opposition retards gobbing off meaningless mumbo-jumbo for the sake of a cheap show.
Our elected representatives have a huge task in front of them and I would prefer to let them go about their meaningful business rather than having interruptions caused by a bunch of no-hopers!
There are still some excellent journalists out there who actually REPORT on stories, e.g. Kate McClymont who spent endless hours at the hearings into Macdonald, Obeid, et al. She noted, dissected and analysed the information, assembled the relevant facts, constructed the article and presented it for our consumption if we chose to read it.
These other crowds are simply lazy slobs who rely upon the sound-grab and their 15 seconds of fame on the doors in the morning. Ask yourself, in the last 15 years, what devastating piece of information has been dropped by any politician at the doors in the morning? Let me help you - NONE is the answer and yet day after day they roll up like Joh's chooks to be teased like a bunch of kids waiting for the Mr Whippy Van.
As I said - Journalists, My Arse.