The quote of the year
The quote of the year

For media-buffs, which means everybody who can read, here now is the quote of the year: “I am sick and I need help.”

This doozy comes to us from a reporter who got caught being a careerist fabricator…a star “journalist” who wrote not for some sleazy check-out counter tabloid, but for Der Spiegel.

I’d rather not mention his name. There is no joy in this. It’s there anyway in the link, which tells us he got fired, and that he was once named CNN’s “Journalist of the Year.”

(Before or after they caught him cheating?)

Poor guy. I feel sorry for him. I mean – why him? What did he do that’s so different from everybody else?

Poor guy. I feel sorry for him. I mean – why him? What did he do that’s so different from everybody else?
It was discovered the other day that he had fabricated 14 stories – to which I say, “That’s it; that’s all?”

Those fabrications were apparently made over a period of YEARS. That’s nothing. Our guys can fabricate 14 stories every 15 minutes – and they do. CNN, for instance, and MSNBC, and The New York Times, and the Networks, all of whom are in cahoots to bring down Trump no matter what it takes…lie after lie after lie.

Yes, the Russia collusion business is where it began…AND WON’T END. They are still at it even as we speak.

Yesteryear, we hung in by the slogan, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it anymore,” the iconic line from Paddy Chayefsky’s “Network.”

Today, we keep that, but now comes Claas Relotius’ “I am sick and I need help” to define the angst of our generation. (Okay, I gave his name.)

Defines everything we need to know about the news media in this our day…and at the same time entirely defines the politics and culture of our age, but that’s another column.

The latest police shooting, yes. That they cover. The 100,000 lives police save every day, no. Iran/Hezbollah terror tunnels being dug into Israel – nothing there worth mentioning.

Because there is no news but Trump news.

Never anything good. Never!

The pity of it is – now that there is a legitimate reason to be critical of Trump, for removing our troops from Syria, a move that endangers the entire region, there is hardly anyone left to believe them, so much have the media lost our trust. True enough, for sticky situations like Syria and Iraq, certainly Afghanistan, everything you do is wrong – it’s a mistake to go in and it is a mistake to go out. Presidents besides Trump have found Islamic hellholes bewildering.

Otherwise, every scent…Michael Cohen…Avenatti…Stormy Daniels…Amarosa…Flynn…sends them hi-fiving and saddling up for a lynching.

Round the clock it goes.

They fabricate, they invent, they cheat (read THIS), and for some time it was Avenatti. Avenatti was serenaded all around, from ABC, to NBC, to CBS.

He was supposed to be their bonanza…their man with the goods…to get Trump. Until he too fizzled. Another fraud.

Not the first one, of course.  

Namely, throughout our history, Jayson Blair at the Times, Janet Cooke at The Washington Post, Stephen Glass at The New Republic… just to cite a few reporters who made headlines for doing wrong; wrote fiction as fact. Fiction belongs to poets and novelists but when journalists get their hands on it we end up believing nobody.  

But it was never like THIS, where every time you click on the news, it is déjà vu all over again. Those from the past were the few.

Today it is the many who should come clean like our Der Spiegel guy – “I am sick and I need help.”

They can’t see straight, so furious that their side didn’t win. It is bitterness, a sickness, reflected in nearly every headline.

As Trump goes begging for $5 billion for a wall, which they think is wasteful, a reckless use of our money, imagine this –

Imagine if they, the media, had spent one minute to find out where Obama found $150 Billion to enrich his friends, the terrorist mullahs of Tehran?

They never asked.

Nor why the families who are owed a judgment of a billion-plus dollars never got paid from the Iran/Hezbollah suicide-bombing that took the lives of 220 US Marines in Beirut, Oct. 23, 1983.

They never asked Obama anything.

From Trump, they need to know about his taxes, or whom he dated, back in 1983.

Truly, they are sick and need help. To think – a cheat said it best.

New York-based bestselling American novelist Jack Engelhard writes regularly for Arutz Sheva.

He is the author of the international book-to-movie bestseller “Indecent Proposal,” the classic Inside Journalism thriller, “The Bathsheba Deadline,” and most recently “News Anchor Sweetheart.” Contemporaries have hailed him “The last Hemingway, a writer without peer, and the conscience of us all.” Engelhard is the recipient of the Ben Hecht Award for Literary Excellence. Website: