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The summer is easily the weakest time of the year for newspapers. It’s when advertising revenue aspires to boost itself up to “in the toilet” stature, while the heat roasts the already-mushy brains that a majority of Boston’s working journalists are saddled with.
This means that what was awful reporting in general, only gets worse.