And I use that term very loosely. Please stop interviewing random people about Newtown. I highly doubt interviewing a cousin twice removed will help explain anything. I highly doubt interviewing a barber who said “I should’ve slipped and stabbed him by accident” is going to help anyone. Oh and leave the kids alone. The rage I felt when you were interviewing small children right after it happened was a rage I’ve never felt before. I felt horrible for those children. Not only did they just survive the worse day of their short lives, now they have strangers shoving microphones in their faces? Asking how much blood they saw? I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?! Why the hell would you ask a six year old that? What goes through your mind? What can anyone possible gain from that question? Nothing. Nothing can be gained from that. If I was in this situation and a reporter had the balls to ask if my child could be interviewed, I’d punch them in the face. I wouldn’t even think about it. It would be a reaction.
Oh and don’t even get me started on naming the wrong man in all this. I hope he sues every single one of you. I mean, not only was he accused of murder but this is how he finds out that his mother is dead? That his brother was the one who caused all this pain and mayhem? You couldn’t accept the fact that maybe the information was wrong. No, some of you had to go and say well, maybe his friends have control of his Facebook and are just trying to protect him. Really? Even after his “friends” shared his updates you still couldn’t admit you were wrong. I know news spreads quickly these days with social media but you’re the NEWS. You’re supposed to cut through all the bullshit and supply us with legit information and FACTS. What’s worse? Being a few minutes behind “breaking news” or being the ones to report the wrong information?
That’s all I’m going to say on what happened. I don’t have the energy to write or think about it anymore.