Pol-jos are softcocks
Blogger Robert Stacy McCain offers a nine-point summary of what it takes to be a political journalist these days.
To be a journalist in Washington is to live one's life surrounded by men who have never driven 110 mph, never spent a night in jail, and never won a fist-fight in their lives.Yes, he's talking about Washington journalists, but are our local lot any better?
The upper echelons of American journalism have become the exclusive monopoly of former teacher's pets, who as children were never sent to the principal's office, who as teenagers were never suspended for showing up drunk for chemistry class, who as college students never woke up at 6:30 a.m. on the porch of the ATO house, who never played in a rock band or sold a pound of weed or dove from a 50-foot cliff into an abandoned rock quarry.
Hat tip here to Tim Blair, who reckons he scores five out of ten on the "anti-wuss qualifications." If we take a bit of poetic license (it was Engineering Mechanics, not Chemistry), I make seven -- but I have no idea what an ATO House is. :-)
What's your score? Be as honest as you have to.