A Newspaperman's Prayer

This short piece, attributed to journalist Bob Considine, seems an appropriate admonition to bloggers, who in much greater numbers have the same power and responsibility today:

Dear God, may I be fair, Circumstances and dumb luck have placed in my thumby paws a degree of authority which I may not fully comprehend. Let me not profane it.

Give me the drive that will make me check and countercheck the facts. Guide me when, lost for want of a rudder or a lead, I stumble through the jungle of speculation.

The twenty-six sharp-edged tools we call our alphabet can do what other tools do: build or destroy. Let me build. But let me know clearly, also, what should be destroyed, what darkness, what bigotry, what evil, what curse, what ignorance.

Source: The Hearsts: Father and Son