I told an ace that according to the journalistic code it is forbidden to publish the names of accident victims, to which the young colleague frowned and retorted - well, then there must be something wrong with the code! Really, something is wrong with the code, because if the newspapers stopped publishing names, we would only be left with obituaries, people would go around the city like benes, counting flags in the hope of seeing who died. If you don't read who died, there is a possibility that someone you know. That's why the media serves to inform you, yes, a young colleague presented these arguments with a dumb look of amazement, fuck him, that's how he was taught, that's how they explained it to him in the newsroom, that's how it's done in Montenegro - newspapers live on obituaries, and obituaries, mainly from the publication of the names of deceased human beings. Along with the news about the death, there are details about how they died, why they died, how many children the spouse was left with, and in which part of the city they live or no longer live.
Someone will now say - at least today it's not a problem for you to get a bad voice, osh vrani viber, osh black twitter. True, but what if someone you don't know has moved to the afterlife? No one will let you know, be sure - so again you depend on the media. You stare at the damn text and try to remember, in vain, the name is familiar to you from somewhere and then you click on the comments to find the missing piece. Two clicks from the scene of the accident, a loyal FB friend is already explaining that the deceased was his neighbor and was a top man, a father, a god in the pub and loved by women, so RIP. If the newspaper had not published the name (NCG Code, principle 8, guideline d), it would have been some kind of anonymous victim, some kind of unimportant detail, a man who fell off the road, strange miracles to me, statistical data. But when you announce the name and age, you have given full information because this is a small country and we all know each other, and it is our turn to be heard when there is one less of us.
The media sometimes give those hateful initials and then a complex of huge dislikes arises in the soul of the recipient. Initials are somehow information, but also not. Give it a name so people don't worry! Do you know how many blue golfs there are!? protests the respected reader of the portal, all worried about the fate of all owners of Volkswagen machines. Duša is a soft portal reader who mechanically follows the trail of blood. The Montenegrin reader not only follows the blood from the title, but follows the blood to the third knee - he wants to identify the corpse, because he thinks he has the right to do so. The media convinced him it was normal. Maybe it's not blood, maybe it's ketchup, that's why we need to have as much information as possible about the victim, so it would be preferable to publish the blood type as well, to carefully check everything in some open database. If a journalist offers only trifling initials, if he dares to respect some kind of Code, then the text had better be as juicy and bloody as the most delicious steak in the Hard Rock Cafe in Podgorica! Those initials know how to be a trauma because they only pretend to be news worthy of Montenegrin necrophiliac curiosity that smells like chapel gerbera, to put it poetically.
Since people always upload some kind of satire where there is none, let me try to be precise - this little part of Montenegro has always been tribally organized. In tribes, everyone knows everyone and when someone dies, it's quite normal that it's news. The only thing the average Montenegrin despises more than an anonymous life is an anonymous death. The drummer always came to the center of the village with fresh news and was the forerunner of the public service and the tabloid, Đútura. Montenegro has not been a classic tribe for some time, but some kind of hybrid; Perhaps Montenegro needs to move forward and it would be fair to help it a little. The media by respecting the standards they have brought themselves, based on the experiences of older media environments. It seems silly, but you don't always have to know who died. Well, when there's a big shooting, that's OK, the criminal reckoning can include a name that is connected to another name and so on up to the prime minister. I understand that. I also understand when a tycoon's son runs over an EU official on a bicycle. There are of course exceptions to every rule, so I won't spoil it now. But if someone simply lost his life due to the justice of God or chance, in a canyon, on a pedestrian crossing - the role of the media is to protect, first of all, the family, and then also the victim, who has the right to end his life privately, without pushing it into the headlines. It came to him like that last question before they shoot you, do you want a black strip - do you want a front page?
I have one more thing to ask - what does it matter to you, dear reader, who died? I am interested in that, but without overdoing it, please - is it the topic of the day, is it the meaning of the daily ritual of avoiding any thought about life - I mean the vicious rush into the pleasure of death that turns this media space of ours into a great repentance, into a funeral, which whines, grins, clucks, wails and smokes. Does the media have any other trump cards up their sleeves, today, when there are no longer three decent writers in the industry, do they have the media to reveal to us something other than the names and surnames of those who died in the fire and on the road?
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