John Chuckman



I have before called The Guardian, once a broadsheet newspaper of respectable dullness, today’s worst newspaper in the world when it comes to journalism.

As if to further bolster its claims, below is a list of items taken from the front page around noon on the day of Donald Trump’s inauguration. The titles – ranging from genuinely childish to asinine – tell the story of a newspaper which has become almost a case study in “fake news,” fake news from the establishment, the most dangerous kind. A paper that was once respectably tedious has become flashily, even garishly, irresponsible, bombastic, and prejudiced.

When it isn’t conducting all-out assaults on someone its editors hate – examples have included Jeremy Corbyn, a thoroughly decent political leader of the British Labour Party, against whom they conducted a months-long McCarthyite campaign over completely unsupported charges of anti-Semitism to comments on his dressing in an unacceptably ugly way, and Donald Trump, who has had everything from the speculated small size of his penis featured to a hundred unsupported claims of racism, misogyny, and xenophobia hurled at him.

When they aren’t furiously attacking someone, they literally are falling over themselves trying to build up someone they do like for whatever reason – examples include proven criminal lowlife and liar, Tony Blair, inept, never-closes-his-mouth politician, Owen Smith, and London’s new mayor, Sadiq Khan, who does nothing but grant self-promoting interviews. Establishment all, and quite dismally so.

To spice things up and maintain some kind of vague claim about still being a progressive publication, we get a long trail of useless or genuinely rubbishy articles along the lines of what it is like trying to have sex when you have wooden legs or the perils of a vegetarian in a restaurant trying to avoid inhaling the smoke from barbequed meats. Then we have declarations of how someone bravely faces all the waves of misogyny that are crashing over us, or why I am getting a German passport to leave the UK, horrible place that it has become for racism and prejudice. These articles enlighten no one about anything, but they do make loud self-applauded claims of tolerance and allow for eye-catching, trashy headlines to raise readership, and they employ the well-established advertising principle of great repetition keeping a theme on readers’ minds as though it really were something important.

In eight years of Obama’s continuous killing in half a dozen countries, there was never a concern raised, never a doubt expressed over what was going on. More than that, there was very little truth told about those events, the bloody events of Syria’s induced horror, for example, always being blurred over, never explained, and indeed, outright lied about many times, with re-written versions of the official line from Washington being offered as reportage and analysis. Shabby almost beyond belief because, while it is all just what we expect from a Washington Post or New York Times, this is a British paper and one with historic attachments away from the power establishment.

That is because today’s Guardian marches shoulder-to-shoulder not with the ordinary workers of its past, but with the ghastly establishment who brought us the bloodshed, refugees, and terror-blowback of the Neocon Wars. It joined their team, so to speak, some years ago. We see that in everything from its reportage and comment to its regular efforts to rehabilitate an utterly discredited lying killer like Tony Blair and its sycophantic support – and that’s not in the least an exaggeration – of Hillary Clinton, who, without a doubt, would have proved the most duplicitous and murderous President ever.

 Here is The Guardian dump of Trump-hating articles for Inaugural Day:


“The honeymoon is already over for President Trump”

Richard Wolffe     – whom I would like to ask, what honeymoon would that be?


“Late-night hosts on the inauguration: ‘How is that a president?’”

Trevor Noah, Stephen Colbert and Seth Meyers took aim at the inauguration proceedings and shared concern over the future: ‘We’re so fucked’     – note the language declaring how tolerant The Guardian is.


“Women will march against Trump. We may lose, but it’s still worth it”

Suzanne Moore     – who undoubtedly writes from a leather wing chair in a comfortable Mayfair flat.


“Music: this week’s anti-Trump songs reviewed’

Michael Hann     – note that is just “this week’s.”


‘I’m going to speak out as often as I can, otherwise I can’t live with myself’

Paul Auster     – well, I don’t think he has to worry about an outlet: The Guardian will print his every gasp.


“How to Trump-proof your life (in a minute) – video”        – now, there’s assinity, and writ large.


“The Peace Ball: black brilliance and resistance on the eve of the Trump era”

Steven W Thrasher     – who should be asked; resistance to what?


“Why the next four years will be a test for all of us’

Yaa Gyasi     – a test in what? Writing meaningless article titles?


“Why my seat at the inauguration is empty”

 “I will not be celebrating the swearing-in of a president who rode racism, sexism, xenophobia and bigotry to the White House”   

Barbara Lee      – she may have left some name-calling quality out, but I don’t know what it would be.


“Terrified of Trump: What we learned at Davos 2017”       – someone was sent to Davos to learn nothing.


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