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Puppy Press, we're going to miss you.
Maybe not the way we'd have missed the dog you used to be, many years ago, when you'd stand up on your hind legs and bark back to power. Or sneak into a parking garage, despite the risk to yourself, to get a story we needed to hear, when our Constitution was threatened. You were a watchdog then, and you did your job well. We were so proud of you.
It was harder to be proud of you in recent years, as you piddled all over yourself, and us, in your eagerness to please your new political and corporate masters. Oh, we know you were only trying to be endearing. Instead of barking "wag the dog" every time you thought the president might be misusing the military for political reasons, you wagged your tail as he threw nicknames to you -- they were kinda cute, weren't they? -- and you went into an obedient happy frenzy for his secretary of defense. You were so desperate to be liked, and to be invited to spend more time with your masters. It had been real work being a watchdog, all those years ago. Maybe you thought the Constitution would take care of itself even if you didn't let us know when it was being shredded. Maybe it was only to be expected that you'd eventually turn into a lapdog. Especially for someone with cute nicknames for you.
I'm really not sure when we lost you completely. There were signs now and then that you still had some life in you, though they'd become rarer, and your new masters always wanted to punish you for them.
But it's now become all too obvious that your spirit has gone, leaving only your shell. You were too silent when a comedian took over your watchdog duties and reminded you of what you should have been doing. You didn't bark back when told that your master, despite his cute nicknames for you, is now thinking he just won't have time for you every day.
And that was when we finally noticed that you'd gone from lapdog and puppy to a mere puppet -- a sad dead puppet. Heaven only knows when you died. You were just a shadow of your once great self for so many years.
And how we miss the watchdog you once were...
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