Hope? In a dead profession? LA Times, that ship has sailed.

Oh, this column in the Washington Post is funny. Journalists were always suckers when it came to confronting reality.

They cannot face reality; so they look for any obstacle they can throw in front of their eyes to shield themselves from it.

Like hope.

There is always hope.

No, not always.

Hope is not a healthy emotion. It compels passivity, and waiting for a knight in shining armour to rescue your worthless damsel backside.

Hope means waiting, not doing.

The La Times is one of the stronger media outlets, and if they cannot get their act together, hope has left the building.

They are putting on a mask because the New York Times aired their dirty laundry, as if their own product doesn't expose how dysfunctional they have become.

Journalists still do not understand that it's over. They would muck up, their owners would put the outlet up for sale...and then would come new boss who rescues some of them at the eleventh hour.

And they would keep doing the same things as before, expecting a different outcome.

Reality does not enter their calculations, and it explains why they are always putting on a cheery façade. It is not optimism.

Optimism is when you can see you can do something and improve. Pessimism happens when you don't think it can get better, so you come up with fake reasons why the status quo is just great.

The reality is the profession is broken beyond repair. A new boss won't save them. It's too late.

Because of that la la land dysfunctional mindset, let me quote a recently cancelled fiction show (Major Crimes) to make a point:

Nobody wants to be brave...Brave is what we do when we're all out of choices.

Journalists are now out of choices.

But brave? Forget it.

They are still clinging to hope, but hope has given up on journalism and cut her losses.

Because if they were brave, journalists wouldn't be blaming everyone for their woes.

They'd look inward and see the damage they have done.