Chameleon Magazine

 📸😱After decades of cornering the market on sleaze, surveillance, and straight-up skulduggery, certain newspaper empires are now clutching their pearls because—brace yourself—they’re being investigated. That’s right. The same media conglomerates that once doorstepped grieving families, bugged voicemails, and chased C-listers into therapy are now gasping at the audacity of someone daring to do… investigative journalism on them.

📷 Peekaboo, Press Barons: You’re Not Supposed to Be in the Frame!

 😳📰Oh, the irony! The industrial-scale privacy invaders, whose favourite tools were deception, manipulation, and a good zoom lens, are suddenly squealing about ethics. Apparently, covert tactics are only cool when they deploy them to out a footballer’s affair or a celebrity’s cellulite. But when those same tactics are flipped and aimed back at Fleet Street’s finest? It’s a “witch hunt.” It’s “dangerous.” It’s “deeply concerning to the free press.”

Free press? Or free pass?

What we’re witnessing isn’t a crisis of morality—it’s a crisis of control. The watchdogs are whimpering because the spotlight isn’t on some unwitting civilian this time—it’s on them. And much like a vampire at a tanning salon, they are not enjoying the exposure.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t about noble outrage. It’s about suddenly being on the receiving end of the very tactics they normalised, industrialised, and monetised. The mirror’s up, the mask is off, and it turns out the emperors of exposé are a little camera shy when they’re the ones being documented.

Why is it only unethical when they’re under the microscope? Where was this moral clarity when they were hacking phones, bribing cops, and torching reputations? Are we watching the fall of tabloid Teflon—or just another tantrum from those drunk on decades of impunity?