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September 6,

In my dream, a controversial story came across the news, apparently, an anchorman was found to have markings of a right ring political group. I have the feeling it was a red circle on the back of his left shoulder with an "R" or some symbol inside the circle. Members would use this to get access to group meetings I believe. This was quite scandalous in this dream for some reason.

Once I awoke, dream logic plagued my mind. From this state of corruption, I began to write everything you are about to read below. 

"Shouldn't news people take a more objective approach to their personal lives and not one leaning either right or left. The reason being, if they are objective and produce objective news then they can truly call themselves objective reporters. However, to create true objectivity we must create objectivity (you heard that right), and this is our dilemma. To have objective media we must have objective media already, neither of which seems to exist. Thus it is far too late for us to expect objective news when what we have grown up on has always been biased. 

If this is true, then true objectivity is lost, and this would seem harmful to the public. Would it then be right to assume that the media itself is a tool for the public for as long as they are acting as the voice, eyes, and ears of the populace? If true, then shouldn't the media be asked to speak in a way that does not support any political party over another. We as a nation trust them with our voice, but so many of us are not heard. Dividing to cover differing perspectives does seem to make sense, however, once one begins to divide, when does it stop. Then we also face biases within each subset of political divisions that seem to ignore the flaws in their own logic whenever they present themselves.

Regarding objectivity, I am reminded of the chicken or the egg dilemma. One might ask, "Which do you think came first, the chicken or the egg?" My response, yes. Objectivity would seem circular in that same sense. To have true objectivity, true objectivity must exist already. 

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