Forty five years ago when I was an aspiring journalist, I recall a conversation with some of the old bulls in which they lamented the readily observable fact that the press had a serious problem with herd instincts----one guy makes a viable argument and everybody else joins in, or they all get briefed by someone who might be in the know and the whole herd goes to the typewriter to give their version. Then the whole herd of us went to a bar where there were some journalists from the competing paper and I watched in amazement as they all drank prodigious sums of alchol. Or what passed for prodigious in my nineteen year old eyes.
The herd press is always with us.
It follows the whims of its illiterate, tasteless public.