A bad apple.
Now making the rounds of newsrooms:
I know this guy.
Not personally, of course. But I've seen him at work in many newsrooms. He always files past deadline, because Hemingway would. He has spent the afternoon interrupting colleagues with gossip. He's a stylist, not a reporter; one interview and an unnamed source will do to hang the story on. He seduces your wife or girlfriend, who never again hears from him, because Sartre and de Beauvoir had an open marriage and that's a key to profound writing. Accuracy isn't a priority; we have deskers for that. He'll rage occasionally at sources, because Hunter Thompson did, and too bad those sources now won't talk to me. Of readers he is contemptuous. They're morons who lack the passion or wit to punch a hole in something from time to time. He thinks journalists should be assholes because he is one, and feels vindicated in this, believing he is Saving the World.
Folks like this are the reason journalists rank dead last or second to it in polls on vocations the public most respects - have done since I was a kid. Glad to say I've never met anyone remotely like him in our newsroom. Google "Taibbi Goldman Sachs" and see the high regard in which this specimen is held. He is what inspired A.J. Leibling to write: "Newspapering, despite urgent prodding from schools of journalism, has always lagged behind the learned professions on the march to seemliness."