When I was growing up in Boston, one of the local news shows had a reporter called Shelby Scott. Every time we had inclement weather, they'd shove her outside with a cameraman and they'd go to various locations in the Boston area to do liveshots.
She'd go through the whole pantomime of holding her hat on and swaying in breezes like it was hurricane force winds, slogging through snowbanks like they were ten foot drifts and in general always made it seem like she was braving conditions that were not fit for beast nor man.
Meanwhile, if you looked in the background carefully, you could sometime see people going out their normal business, cars leisurely driving by.
But the people sitting at home ate it up. It was "Brave, brave Shelby Scott, she boldly goes where mortals dare not."
That clip always cracked me up.
And the MSM wonders why nobody believes them.
I remember that. The very definition of fake news.