For the last couple months I’ve been telling you how we plan to expand our editorial team and our reporting capacity next year. We’re going to do that. But in the nature of a small independent organization, these are necessarily small, incremental additions. (There’s a reason why this outfit has survived for sixteen years.) But looking over the news yesterday and now this evening, there’s a big part of me that wants to throw caution to the wind and hire like 10 new investigative reporters because it’s becoming blindingly clear to me that we’re entering into a sort of golden age of investigative journalism. Perhaps it’s a dark age for the country but it’s a golden age of investigative journalism: we’ve had a direct impact at 60 mph with a mix of grotesque corruption, the most insidious extremism, wild incompetence and international subversion. It’s almost impossible to keep up. There is so much to look at.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t throw caution to the wind. But it’s been years since I felt such a palpable need for more feet on the ground, such a profusion of stories that call for rocks to be overturned, documents pulled, questions asked.