Fisk writes: "But within seconds, the marble had fallen away to reveal a foundation of cheap bricks and badly cracked cement." These are the same materials used on the Lincoln Memorial, and most monuments: the surface is one thing, the under layers quite different. That's the truth of monuments, not to say news reporting, underlayed with advertising -- which most often is more accurate than the journo-school-stylized reporting. Fiction, advertising, was invented to gloss "non-fiction" until it was found more successful to reverse the osmosis. Headlines, bylines, lead syntactic paragraphs, reliable sources, eyewitneses, the artful couture of dissimulation, padding, shaping the substance to fit the consumer, at the executive level, National Intelligence. The NYT, for one, heavily loads its 3rd page with lingerie ads when the front page is grimmest. Brits, more civilized, lead with tits and ass, with news positioned later where it belongs among the mongrelized detritus. If you want to see if a monument, a news forum, is authentic strip away its surface, its credentialism. A good one has no surface, demands no upfront credulity, it's all solid same-throughout substance, earned case by case, not powdered and rouged with a perdurable masthead, plagiarized battle flags aflutter. Embeddeds couldn't be happier camp followers, catching and pitching initimacies of the censored battlefield. No real gore, not at all, you have to go overseas to gander that porn. Check the front page of the WSJ today about the Cunt encouraging young Marines to do talk therapy for news-squeaky-clean agony of watermeloning Iraqis defending their homeland. As if Lon Horuchi was consulting on patriotic head shots, faking remorse, doing a job, staying alive, weeping about it, chickenshits.