McDonald/Rebel smooch aside, it's travel editors not travel writers dumping on consumers most

Well, Tim McDonald and Rebel Blogger’s latest attempt at reenacting the Madonna-Britney Spears MTV kiss is touching, our Archie Bunker’s once again showing his ignorance.

I know it’s been a long time Tim, but remember the first rule of journalism: Follow the money. And the money in this case centers on all those ads being bought in all those glossy travel magazines by all those resorts and destinations being written about. Granted there are a number of writers, in the Society of American Travel Writers and out, who wouldn’t be critical of a rundown rat-infected sink hole if they thought it might get someone upset at them. By these types of courage-short reporters can be found throughout every facet of the industry.

Weren’t you a sports writer in your late seventies, McDonald? Surely, you’ve seen the blatant cheerleading that goes on from many so-called beat writers at even some of the larger papers. Think back. I know it’s hard. Tell the meds man at the old folk’s home to come back later.

These types of writers are the norm in travel writing because they are what the ad obsessed editors want. The travel sections of most newspapers are essentially money-making supplements caked with ads. And the editors are the ones who pull stories that offend. But maybe now that you’re National Golf Editor, you’ve gone over to the dark side yourself.

Well, at least we’ve solved the mystery of McDonald’s senility (and you thought Amnesty International made irresponsible comments, just listen to Old Mac!) And it looks like we’ve discovered who Rebel Blogger is.

The way McDonald and Rebel drool over each other, it’s pretty obvious our hat man with the silver spoon is a McDonald relative. Maybe a grandson. OK, it’s McDonald. A great grandson hopelessly adrift in his 40s who needed a cushy gig.