I'm reminded of the scene with the newspaperman in The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, where he drunkenly boasts of the press writing the "truth" as it sees fit. This problem is like a deep infection, causing a host of other problems that we are now experiencing.
That scene makes my blood boil. “When the truth conflicts with the legend, print the legend”, or something like that, as if that bit of mendacious sentimentality were admirable. Meanwhile the actual hero is lying in a box, to go to his grave unknown. A rather bitter message.