"...Read parts of the press and you enter a world of euphemism. They have not been enslaved but "abducted" or "kidnapped", as if they will be released unharmed when the parties have negotiated a mutually acceptable ransom. Writers are typing with one eye over their shoulder: watching their backs to make sure that no one can accuse them of "demonising the other".To pick a comedy comparison, this is basically the equivalent of a crank physician denouncing his fellow doctors in apocalyptic tones for using the words "cold sore" rather than "herpes", under the pretence that to do so is cowardly and quietly pro-virus. It's beyond absurd.
You have to wonder what other journalists think when they see themselves being castigated in this manner. In any other profession - teaching, medicine, science, law - the response to some numbnuts accusing his colleagues of professional misconduct on the basis of this sort of arse-extracted nonsense would be furious: letters, response columns, angry social media retorts and so on.
And yet the hacks have been getting this treatment off Nick for the best part of a decade with barely a squeaky fart of disapproval. It's bizarre enough that the Observer chooses to pay someone to mount this kind of constant, clown-shoes custard pie campaign against its own writers and readers, and actually baffling that other journos clearly read this and either a) chuckle and say "Our Nick, there he goes again", or b) just assume that he's talking about somebody else. He isn't.
Now, I appreciate that some journalists won't want to get into a fight with Nick, largely because they'd be better shouting into a bucket or trying to teach an excitable Cocker Spaniel to play the banjo. Both buckets and spaniels tend to be more open-minded than Nick is, for a start.
Nonetheless, the temptation here is to conclude that the hacks don't defend themselves because they actually think they are as shit at their jobs as Nick claims. By and large, they aren't - in fact, lots of them are actually very, very good at what they do. You'd think one or two of them might like to say so, occasionally.