Natural Gas NOW
The death of real journalism and the rise of advocacy journalism is marked not so much by what is said but, rather, by what is not said. That is Tom Wilber.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery we’re told and Tom Wilber, a “reporter” with the Binghamton Press & Sun-Bulletin must have envied Candy Woodall for getting the ability to whack the gas industry multiple times in that poorly done PennLive series, because he’s now doing one of his own.
I’ve only met Tom Wilber once and that was at a Vera Scroggins court hearing in the Susquehanna County Courthouse. He briefly introduced himself as we walked down the stairs and then hustled off like a rock star groupie so as not to miss a word of what his favorite fractivist had to say to the gathered throng of like-minded malcontents. He’s an engaging guy on a superficial level until you realize he’s not listening to anything you say and only interested in what might fit his template for the day.
Tom Wilber’s template, of course, is the same every day. He has a sneering contempt for the natural gas industry and a condescension toward others he supposes aren’t nearly as clever as himself; folks he believes have been conned, but the conning all comes from his pen and what he writes and doesn’t write. The most important story in his new series is what is left out, not the least of which is the fact Tom Wilber has never liked gas and has a blog and a book to prove it, both of which are relentlessly anti-gas.