When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always.
It may sound actually rather callous on my part, but there is a part of me that is calculating how the media will react now that their (albeit imaginary) bubble has been burst and they have realized you don't need to live by the sword to die by one.
Suddenly all those folks they have been mocking as "paranoid" probably don't seem quite so paranoid now. I realize that particular publication made a living poking rabid animals with sticks, but I'm hoping it will serve as a wake-up call for everyone.