This article is just one big knee-slapper.

Devastated and exhausted? Sure, that terminal cancer diagnosis, big medical debt, homelessness, and having small children about to be orphaned must be a real drag.

This diatribe has nothing to do with journalism. This has everything to do with wanting to preen and crow that while your lesser also-ran colleagues lost their jobs at lesser outlets because journalism didn’t keep up wit the times, you were so special, so superior, so untouchable that you didn’t have to change anything and still get to work for the prestigious WaPo (now known as the Waah!Po).

And now you’re just like them. Unemployed from a dysfunctional profession and your essence didn’t shield you from reality. You didn’t find the loophole. You weren’t exceptional. You didn’t beat the system. You weren’t living the dream.

You didn’t see reality: the one quality every good journalist absolutely needs.

And you never had it.