The Toronto Star reminds me of ignorant, but pretentious people who are in the midst of house shopping, asking questions about the colour of the walls as they fall for every staging trick under the sun -- but fails to notice the knob and tube, lead pipes, asbestos walls, and the leaking oil heater buried out back, requiring a pricey environmental assessment all while having no clue there is a railroad less than a block away in that bad neighbourhood.
The electrical is important. The foundation of the house is important. Toxic materials is important. The chandelier can be replaced. So can the doorknobs.
If you do not know what is important and what is window-dressing, don't try to fake it.
This little "project" from the Star is of the same ilk: using the empty buzzword "fact-check" as they describe the shallow game of theirs this way:
A team of Star reporters put MPs under the microscope, fact-checking every query and answer during five days of question period. What did they find? Some truth, some lies and lots of stretches and dodges.
What is the point of question period? As there is no minority government, it doesn't matter what the opposition asks, the reigning party can pass whatever bill they wish. As there is no penalty for making anything up or any law to keep politicians from spreading misinformation, why do they care if what they say is true or false? It doesn't matter who gets elected -- they are not held legally accountable. There is no empirical evidence proving this form of dog and pony show is the best or even a functional form of running a government -- so why do we cling on to it? Why hasn't the system changed at all? It is inefficient, unscientific, undemocratic, and filled with unjustified rigs -- and you are fact-checking statements?
You are quibbling about the colour of the walls instead of looking at the rot in the foundation.
That's Western journalism for you: always obsessed with the shallow, and completely oblivious to the rigs. They fall for every feint and ruse in the book, and then have the nerve to pat themselves on the back for falling for carny tricks.
And then they wonder why they are no longer a thing...