Recall! Just a software update
Legacy media outlets spread panic about Tesla "recall." We're talking about a software update, not a parade of Teslas limping back to the factory
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Legacy media's latest comedy show: the Tesla "recall"
From our friends at "Not the Bee" we learn that in a world where the news is more about clickbait than truth, legacy media outlets have found their newest punchline in the form of a Tesla "recall." Let's get this straight: we're talking about a software update here, not a parade of Teslas limping back to the factory with their tails between their wheels. But if you listened to ABC, CBS, or The New York Times, you'd think these vehicles were about one step away from self-combusting on the driveway. It's an over-the-air update, folks – the car equivalent of your phone's midnight update that fixes the emoji keyboard. But no, according to the doomsayers at these media outlets, this is a catastrophic event worthy of a Shakespearean tragedy. Tesla, in their eyes, must be using witchcraft to fix cars without even touching them. The horror!
The slow, painful demise of legacy media: a tragicomedy
And why, pray tell, are these guardians of truth losing readers faster than a leaky bucket loses water? Because their relationship with honesty is more on-again, off-again than a high school romance. The so-called "recalls" are nothing but Tesla doing a bit of housekeeping, making their cars better while their owners are lost in dreamland. But instead of reporting that, the media acts like Tesla just announced their cars will turn into pumpkins at midnight. It's no wonder the LA Times is running out of writers – who wants to work in a newsroom where the biggest story is about a software update? Meanwhile, every time Apple sneezes out an update that bricks your phone, it's crickets from the press. The legacy media's obsession with dragging Tesla – and Elon Musk, by extension – through the mud is so transparent, it's comical. They're not just shooting themselves in the foot; they're reloading and aiming for the other foot, all while wondering why nobody trusts them anymore. It's like watching a silent film comedy, except the pie in the face is their own journalistic integrity.