The White House shudders at the thought of this:
Blasting away at targets with 0.45 caliber pistols, a group of militant Philippine journalists held their first “fun shoot” Thursday to make clear they were not taking media killings lying down.
Five journalists have been killed this year in the Philippines, underlining its status as the most dangerous country in the world for media.
The Philippines prides itself on having the freest press in the region but media groups have criticized the government for failing to halt the attacks, many of them apparently related to reporting on corrupt officials and business deals.
While there is nothing funny about murdered journalists, the phrase ‘militant Philippine journalists’ made me giggle. It reminded me of Hell’s Grannies:
Voice Over: This is a frightened city. Over these houses, over these streets hangs a pall of fear. Fear of a new kind of violence which is terrorizing the city. Yes, gangs of old ladies attacking defenceless fit young men.
And yes, I am posting at this hour because I have insomnia. I had just fallen asleep and my cat woke me up. I had forgotten to leave some food out for him, so I can’t really be mad at him. I still can’t sleep, though, and I am too tired to do anything productive. And I hate taking things to sleep, because then I feel like I am underwater the entire next day.
Grumble, bitch, moan, whine, complain.