The free press is a mess. It always has been and will always be thus. Like its loyal sister, free speech, it means that one can shoot their mouth off, say almost anything, however outrageous provided it doesn’t cause harm to others, which the courts have defined in a myriad of vague ways, with hair splitting decisions that continue to leave the issue open to perpetual controversy.

But then freedom, almost by definition, is a gloppy and often tasteless porridge. Nevertheless it provides us with the nutrients that sustain our humanity. An essential nutrient is “words.”

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