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Move yourselves! We're going monstering!

Mostering. Fine old journalistic art. Like Kung Fu. It´s the art of abusing people. Of ambushing them with questions, following them with questiones, hounding them with questions, driving them to their fucking graves with questions.

It´s sort of like being a photographer, except we've never killed any royalty doing it.

Yet. Good things come to those who wait.

(...)

It´s about the journalism of attachment.

Monstering is about giving something back to these bastards, these people whom we somehow let run our goddamn lives for us. Giving them a taste of what it means to be us. Every law that curbs my basic human freedoms; every lie about the things I care for; every crime commited against me by their politics - that´s what makes me get up and hound these fuckers, and I'll do it until the day I die, or until my brain vries up or somethng.

That's waht we achieve. We show them they're accountable. We show them that just as they try to herd us back into cages of mediocrity, we can chase them back to fucking Hell with the Truth.

It´s the journalism of attachment. It´s caring about the world you report on. Some people say that's bad journalism, that there should be a detached, cold, unbiased view of the world in our new media. And if that's what you want, there are security cameras everywhere that you could watch tapes of.

I want to see humans talking about human life, personally. I want to see people who give a shit about the world. I want...

I want to see possessed journalists!
Spider Jerusalem, Transmetropolitan 27, 11.99 (RSF)