
When the Lights Come On, the Rats Start Screaming
I Never expected when I titled my article as the "Cliff Olney Chronicles" that i would have to waste more time writing about him. But I woke this morning to find Olney didn’t just respond to my reporting—he had a full-blown meltdown in print.
In a letter to the Watertown Daily Times' NNY360, Olney traded facts for flair, dodging accountability with the finesse of a guy cornered in his own contradictions. He wants the public to believe that anyone who dares to report on his actions must be part of some grand conspiracy—one that includes ethics boards, court records, petitioners, and, apparently, meme pages.
Let’s be honest: this isn’t a rebuttal. It’s a tantrum. And it says a lot more about Cliff Olney’s character than it does about mine.
Olney opens his screed with a jab at me and my publication—Trash Media—as if the size of my operation somehow invalidates the facts I report facts. That’s the move of a man more concerned with optics than truth. Sorry Cliff, but you don’t get to dismiss journalism just because it’s independent. If anything, it’s the independence that makes it honest.
In a letter to the Watertown Daily Times' NNY360, Olney traded facts for flair, dodging accountability with the finesse of a guy cornered in his own contradictions. He wants the public to believe that anyone who dares to report on his actions must be part of some grand conspiracy—one that includes ethics boards, court records, petitioners, and, apparently, meme pages.
Let’s be honest: this isn’t a rebuttal. It’s a tantrum. And it says a lot more about Cliff Olney’s character than it does about mine.
Olney opens his screed with a jab at me and my publication—Trash Media—as if the size of my operation somehow invalidates the facts I report facts. That’s the move of a man more concerned with optics than truth. Sorry Cliff, but you don’t get to dismiss journalism just because it’s independent. If anything, it’s the independence that makes it honest.