The Associated Press is, I hear, not stupid. So, the only explanation for this is that they are suicidal (but that is not new, of course). And, since it is them who are clogging the system, ruining the newspapers and threatening the Web, perhaps they should be persuaded to just shut down for good. Then we can get a breath of fresh air, the remaining newspapers will have locally produced content that the remaining readers will like, and we in the blogosphere can continue producing our own original content unimpeded. So, how do we help AP ride into the sunset? And fast?
Update - some good thoughts:
AP is fighting last century's battle
1. Solve journalism's data problem. 2. Kill the AP. 3. Invest in the next market.
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