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Disappointed with Good Morning America.

I hate what passes for journalism today. I meant to say despise. No, wait...loathe. Really, really dislike. Argh! It makes my skin crawl. I understand all the reasons that it has become what it is, a gladiatorial entertainment grab at our pocketbooks, but that doesn't make it right.

Something terrible happened in Colorado. Something that is unspeakably sad and it is right that we as a nation should be made aware. It is wrong that it should be the focus of the majority of newscasts for the entire day. A horrible thing happened, a man believed to be responsible is in custody; that much we should all know. What the survivors saw, what the alleged perpetrator had for breakfast and how his mom feels are things that should not be focused on ad nauseam. It can only go downhill when you focus on entertaining instead of informing.

I like the folks at Good Morning America. I am rooting for Robin Roberts as she battles for good health. I think George Stephanopoulus is charming and funny. Josh Elliot, Lara Spencer, all them on weekends too. I genuinely like them. What passes for news on their program is an entirely different matter. Today's comedy of errors proved that as long as you are concerned about ratings and ratings are more favorable when you incline your news more toward entertainment than facts, newscasters will scramble to say anything to keep you from turning the channel- whether or not it is accurate. Come on you guys! You're killing me.

What am I talking about? This fiasco. Quick! Let's say anything to keep our ratings~! What ever happened to veracity? Verifying sources? Are we so keen on making everything a political statement that the horrifying truth isn't enough?

I am so very disappointed with you, GMA. Get back to news and leave speculation and entertainment alone. Dragnet us with the facts. Nothing but the facts.
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