The Last Gasps of Old Media, Starring Mandy Rhodes

Holyrood Mandy waddles into the National Library row, feint smell of Yardley in tow — “40 years a journalist, feminist, single-sex spaces” — rattled off like we’re all meant to be impressed. Then she drops the clanger: “And you are…?” at a National reporter, pure ego flex.

This is what she’s got energy for — point-scoring in a safe wee Scottish media spat. But when Palestinian women are being bombed out their homes, raped, starved, stripped of every right going? Fuck all. Not a word. The human rights stuff only kicks in when it’s low-risk and fits the brand.

It’s exactly what’s wrong with the old guard of Scottish journalism. Big talk when there’s nothing at stake, dead quiet when it might actually cost them. Mandy’s not speaking truth to power — she’s playing queen bee in a hive that’s already collapsed.

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