Their reporters are all over Hungary, watching the Syrian migrant situation with hearts that are so, very very heavy, with words that are so very, very loaded, with consciences that are so very, very heavy. But that's not enough - they want you to feel their terrible pain also.
I almost laughed out loud a week ago when bleeding heart BBC reporter Gabriel Gatehouse greeted migrants off a ship in Italy. There followed the usual series of leading questions: Are you in DESPAIR? Have you got WOMEN and CHILDREN? Are they DESPERATE? Are they DYING? Are you people POOR?
One man politely listened until Gatehouse, all a quiver and his face contorted in sympathy, had finally finished. "I want job. I want to be journalist in UK," he evenly replied. Gatehouse looked temporarily lost. The man, slightly bemused, went on his way. Gatehouse turned to camera a picture of humanity and empathy. It's all part of the game.
The words are often hushed: one BBC reporter stood inside the very warm and dry confines of Budapest's central railway station and bemoaned the migrants' lack of food, warmth and shelter! In hushed and horrified tones the reporter expressed his dismay at the lack of shelter. Meanwhile migrant children played happily away in the background watched by their parents.
It certainly looked like they had received shelter to me and it certainly looked warm and dry inside the station. Not an ideal location by any means, but it is warm and above all safe. And forgive me if I'm wrong, but isn't safety the absolute priority here? No, the Budapest railway station is not The Ritz, but it is safe.
Perhaps they'd heard about the five star hotel currently hosting Bulgarians in Stockport. no wonder they are a little piqued...
On the Hungarian highways a BBC reporter, his voice strained with emotion - told us that migrants were walking all the way to Germany. They had got fed up- of waiting for clearance and, totally determined to reach Deutschland, had simply decided to make their own way there. In a hurry to be on their way, death (added emphasis) and pestilence (more emphasis) now behind them., they had taken matters into their own hands.
The BBC reporter saw a couple sleeping in a field by the road. "There's a couple asleep," he said in agonised tones. He looked around. "Mostly there are young men here," he confessed, desperately searching seemingly for something else. But what was this BBC bleeding heart looking for?
"I'm sure there are also women and children here," he said scanning the fields. He so wanted to find a child, any child, that could help clinch his heartfelt sorrow. Better luck next time. In the Newsnight studio, presenters talk in pained tones, faces almost contorted in an effort to show their genuine anguish. They really feel it too. They implore and plead with their viewers. They so want us to feel their pain.
So when Radio Four interviewed a Syrian migrant this morning - an English teacher attempting to get to Germany - the same bleeding heart tactics were once more in evidence. The presenter stressed, heavily so, the usual words: WOMEN, CHILDREN, STRUGGLE, DESPERATION etc. And then the migrant was allowed to speak at some length.
She told a harrowing tale: She and her children had fled to Lebanon initially, but the schools were not to her liking there, so then she had gone to Turkey where she felt that the Turks were not over friendly and she was not very impressed by the choice of schools on offer either. But then the real revelation: "Rents are very high in Turkey." Rents? Had she said actually said rents? She surely had. But I thought these people were fleeing certain death, not greedy landlords. After all, every country has 'em - greedy landlords I mean.
She cried. The cost of living in Turkey had obviously taken its toll. At this point one might have expected the BBC reporter to at least query this disparity: "So, let's get this straight: you are not fleeing death (extra emphasis) and destruction (even more emphasis) you are fleeing high rents (less emphasis)
But no. It never came. Not even a single question. The reporter just sighed heavily. It was all too much for the poor man. And who could not join this sighing, heaving BBC bleeding heart? Just imagine having to pay a high rent for a place to live, it's too unbearable for words. Heartless people! Don't you know there's WOMEN and CHILDREN living in those high priced flats? Shame on you...
Poor old Emily Maitliss of BBC's Newsnight programme is a woman in turmoil. Overcome with fervour and zeal the presenter seems to be on the point of a nervous breakdown. You have to feel for the poor woman and the rest of her media colleagues right now: imagine all those sleepless nights for those residents of leafy Hampstead as they worry incessantly about the Turkish rental situation.
And if you are not with them you are against them. if you do not sign up to their agenda of selflessness and moral superiority then they are going to use every trick in the book to name and shame you. Aunty doesn't do dissenters. Long have they had a penchant for ethnic minorities; for those equal opportunity boxes had to be ticked. Perhaps the cooperation have simply identified a damned good opportunity to add to its minority quotas.
So when Hungarian prime minister Viktor Orban stepped out of line this week, he was duly vilified. Mr Orban had done the unthinkable: he had dared to offer a rational and important argument against mass immigration into his country. Hungary he said did not want mass, largely Muslim migration, into its borders. Hungary wants to preserve its Christian majority and also preserve its Christian values unlike Merkel's Germany with its open door policy.
It takes a brave man to swim against the moral tide of bleeding hearts like the BBC and I take my hat off to Mr Orban for having the guts to voice the fears of the silent majority - those without their own media pulpits and platforms.
Maitliss and her fellow bleeding hearts may well be enjoying the adrenaline rush of proving to themselves (and each other) just whose heart bleeds the most and who is the nicest, most humane person, but that warm feeling of moral superiority comes at the cost of any kind of consideration regarding the long term ramifications. They can't really believe that there will not be serious problems down the line one day, can they? Millions of people flooding into Europe, many of whom are opposed to its values? Now that really is something the whole of Europe should be thinking about.
Not a jot. Maitliss and Merkel will be long gone (to bleeding heart heaven) when the ramifications are finally felt. Implications are of no consequence to them; what matters is that they are feeling pretty pleased with themselves right now. After all, they are humane. They've proved it. It's fact. Because as with all bleeding hearts, at the end of the day it's not about migrants or indeed high rents in Turkey, it's about them and their need to prove themselves morally superior to the likes of Mr Orban.
I don't think I can stand it any longer. I can't bear to watch those harrowing images and hear those equally harrowing words it's all getting too much. It's a daily fare from Budapest, a daily fare of pleading, imploring, choking, begging, sighing, agonising, disbelieving and appealing that goes on interminably.
I talk not of migrants, but of the bleeding hearts of BBC reporters.
The contradictory face of wishy washy liberalism: Question Time, BBC1, Thursday 25th June