Do. Your. Jobs.

Before you read on, take a gander at this:
Look, I’m sure Darby O’Gill Colm Flynn* is a very nice man. But from the first seconds listen to his tack on this. Everything he says is preceded by the name of the agency who handed him the press releases.
Is there any real reporting being done here?
The late George Neumayr, with whom I was happily and providentially acquainted, would have donned a pair of scrubs, hung outside the emergency department entrance, lit a cigarette to chat with the doctors who would have been on their smoke break, and faked an Italian accent to gain access to the building. Then he would have gone in search of the patient to find out what’s actually going on. He might not have made it to the top floor but he sure as hell would have learned more about the actual truth than this uninterested lot.
From contradictory statements to an all too rosy portrait of a dying man to verifiably falsified images of crowd sizes (hint: there really aren’t many there and I have the …