THE ROBERT W. WHITAKER ARCHIVE

While you young folks discuss the latest i-pods and interfaces and such, I just sit here cackling senilely at how all my enemies HATE the whole thing.

There is no longer any question today about the simple fact I knew for decades: Dan Rather, Walter Cronkite and all the rest of them hate my race's guts.

Anything they hate has GOT to be good.

And almost daily I hear them bemoaning the decline of what they call "professional journalism."

I don't think I have to explain to readers what the term "professional journalism" is a code word for.

They hate you. They hate your internet. They hate your computers. They hate your faxes. They hate your i-pods.

You've got to be doing something right.

To quote a line from a sitcom, "It's as dead as network TV."

You know how Jews and the group that calls itself The Greatest Generation say that only THEY what SUFFERING is?

Well, you don't know what SUFFERING was if you weren't an intelligent person who lived through the decades when Walter Cronkite's word was The Only True Faith.

And there was a long line of middle-aged guys who called themselves The Youth Culture who were lined up to be Cronkite's successors. They would be the Voices of Network Television.

They dedicated their lives to being tomorrow's Professional Journalists, carbon copies of Edward R. Murrow and Cronkite and Rather.

You took their world away from them, and they moan and they bitch and I LOVE it.

Ole Bob doesn't understand what you are doing, but Ole Bob is all for it.