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"During their appeal, FOX asserted that there are no written rules against distorting news in the media. They argued that, under the First Amendment, broadcasters have the right to lie or deliberately distort news reports on public airwaves. Fox attorneys did not dispute Akre�s claim that they pressured her to broadcast a false story, they simply maintained that it was their right to do so."

http://www.projectcensored.org/publications/2005/11.html

Plus Bush by Numbers
catdraco was kind enough to reprint it here in case it doesn't get archived.

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paradigmshifty
Sep. 8th, 2004 03:19 pm (UTC)
There's no *legal* obligation, but there sure as hell is a huge moral one.

Oh, sorry, forgot. This is Fox we're talking about...
mareth_redorb
Sep. 8th, 2004 03:55 pm (UTC)
Some of that would be considered funny, if it wasn't so fucking scary. The one which got me the most was:
11 Percentage of American young adults who cannot find the United States on a map.

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I wake in vain
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I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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