By that point, people had already been disgusted with our moron POTUS and his racist stubborn immigration dance for years, and particularly outraged about his administration’s child separation policy for the last several weeks.
Dear Reader
SOME CLOSURE FOLLOWING THAT HELLSTORM WE UNLEASHED ON SOCIAL MEDIA LAST WEEK
Those who choose to stay informed should understand how in addition to financial strains and the resulting brain drains broken budgets have led to across our industry, journalistic entities are also often at the mercy of technocrats and new media gurus.
TOOTHLESS PEOPLE
Though I consider myself lucky in every last sense and have never faced hunger or homelessness like many truly less fortunate folks I have spent my career covering, the yellowed razor blades stabbing my tongue have served as regular reminders of the sacrifice I’ve made to be a journalist, and of the caste and limitations that come with that.
REALITY BIKES, WHETHER YOU ROLL OR NOT
That’s right, we are back in the bike lane. Despite limited resources, our brain trust has decided that coverage of cycle safety and infrastructure should be more regular in DigBoston.
JOINING JOYNER
Not like one of the most hardworking successful rappers out of Mass in years needs the approval of an aging hip-hop head in dad jeans, but I’m going to stand firmly behind Joyner Lucas on this one.
PROPS FOR THE SHOP THAT DROPPED UBER COP
In the past two weeks alone, the Dig has been excited to see several stories that we first dug into, in some cases with help from the Boston Institute for Nonprofit Journalism, that have since been picked up by the larger mainstream media.
SHARING IS CARING (AND MOST OF YOU SOCIAL MEDIA RATS DO NEITHER)
Why do so many folks shy away from sharing articles about controversial topics, or at least ones that have yet to be reduced and cheapened to a meme or blog post farted out by some venture-backed national news aggregator?
A MESSAGE TO BIZ OWNERS ABOUT PUBLICISTS
If you think that Facebook is the leading culprit in the case of Who Killed Journalism?, then I may just know a Russian bot or two who’s in the process of selling your digits off to dogs.
HIGH THERE: A NOTE TO READERS ON THE EVE OF NECANN
More than 100 towns and cities across the Commonwealth are dragging their feet making decisions about whether to permit recreational cannabis activity, and placing moratoriums to stall the industry from popping up, or banning rec altogether through rushed referendums that draw prohibitionists.
THIS IS WHY ALL POLITICIANS SHOULD HAVE TO DO THEIR OWN GROCERY SHOPPING
Were my ears deceiving me? Is it possible that somebody is actually named Chelsea Clinton? I mean, I guess it’s possible, but still, the whole thing was nevertheless pretty weird. And I didn’t believe my own ears until a guy standing near me looked at the woman he was with and said, “Lock her up!”