Wait, let's me rephrase that. They REALLY hate bloggers. So much so that when SPJ started inviting bloggers to its annual convention, KC Newsies knew they it was the end of the world.
Every year the Society of Professional Journalists holds a big get-together to tell reporters, editors and journalists from around the globe that "Everything will be OK" and "We are all still special and people really do like us."
Only this year, the National SPJ decided to invite some of those pesky little bloggers to the party. And The KC Press Club is none to pleased to have to share the stage. Instead of learning about the new technology and embracing what will eventually replace their slow asses, they have fired off an angry letter (yeah, those work) to Journalism's overlords.
From: Jack Miles
Sent: Monday, May 18, 2009 12:42 PM
To: Bill Grady
Subject: Re: amigosBill:SPJ speaks encouragingly to ‘citizen journalists,’ standing ready to help them.This amounts to lending an air of journalistic credibility to a group that is undereducated by providing a miniscule amount of “training.”This approach does not further the profession.To the contrary, the project damages the profession.People who never went through the crucible of j-school, under the SPJ plan, would receive just enough training to make them dangerous.In essence, SPJ is saying to “journalism vigilantes” that by virtue of a bit of training they can carry pens to write as they please.This compares to the FBI knowing militia groups, but rather than keeping them on the fringes, giving them a seminar and turning them loose as law enforcers.People on the fringe of journalism, who do not bother to study the profession truly, should remain on the fringe.SPJ should not invite such people under our tent – a tent I helped pay for in terms of literal and figurative dues and toil. By their very existence, bloggers and other quasi-journalists undermine the future of this profession and by extension democracy itself.Jack
Granted, I don't put to much stock into this letter. In reality it amounts to about the same as Old Man Jenkins yelling for me to keep off his lawn...
At first I was angered by this letter, then irritated, now I pretty much just hear it as though it is being shouted at my by some toothless old coot.
"You damned kids with your inter-webs and MyFaces...get off my lawn!!"