Time is kind of funny. Every year, New Year's comes around, and a bunch of us pledge that "2017 is going to be so much better than 2016". Gym memberships skyrocket, diets are started, and fitness trackers are sold. We treat high school and college graduations as these epochs in young people's lives, but the truth is that you're no more responsible on June 2nd than you were June 1st.
I don't know when truth died. I don't think it was the election of Ronald Reagan, Donald Trump, or 9/11. I don't think it was when Rupert Murdoch launched Fox News or when he bought the Wall Street Journal. What I do know is that the truth matters less now than it has at any point in our history. This is frustrating, because the truth should be easier to get to today than ever. You can't shred an email or a tweet or truly delete a cell phone record. We have instant access to multiple sources of information, and nearly infinitely large DVRs and hard drives to record things. Police now wear bodycams, and virtually everyone has a cellphone with a video camera ready to go at all times. If there were a market for it, someone could start a news station that provided nothing but facts and smart people with no stake in anything there to interpret the facts.
Unfortunately, there is no market.
