Wretchard wonders if there might not be a conflict of interest between covering the news without fear or favor and biting the hand that fed you. I believe there is no conflict of interest, at least so far as the MSM is concerned, for they would never bite the hand that pets them.

In days of old when journalists were bold
And readers were not particular
We got the facts and some attacks
Both flat and perpendicular
When Murrow spoke we did not choke
And wonder who had paid him
We knew it was the truth because
The living God had made him
The New York Times for just two dimes
Produced a Sunday paper
That told when bought what whole world thought
As well as latest caper
But Cronkite’s tears while stoking fears
And tearing down the pillars
Led other guys to claim GIs
Were hulking, brutal killers
This turned the tide of the free ride
Once owned by comp’ny presses
And made us wince and ever since
We’ve seen beneath their dresses
They’re in the tank and they can thank
Their plight on one another
As readers flee their company
And now they cry for mother
To give them aid for which they’ve paid
The Dems in largest measure
They cry the first amendment’s thirst
For justice is their treasure
So just say no to those so low
Who lick the hand that feeds ‘em
So let ‘em die, I don’t see why
That anybody needs ‘em