by David Crisp
When I was a cub reporter, still wet not only behind the ears but from the peak of the hair I once had to the soles of my feet, I interviewed a school board candidate who then gave me a tub of honey his bees had produced.
I was too embarrassed to refuse it, but my editor said not to worry. The honey was so old and thick that the guy probably was just trying to get rid of it.
The point is that nearly 50 years ago in the backwoods of East Texas, journalists held themselves to higher ethical standards than the U.S. Supreme Court does today. Any reporter who accepted without disclosing even a tiny fraction of the grift Clarence Thomas wallows in would be immediately invited to pursue other career opportunities, such as going to law school.
So, I was interested in President Biden’s read more
