None of the segments or articles amplifying the push to reopen restaurants sought input from a medical professional or anyone else who might suggest that opening the doors next week is reckless.
“This study shows that there remains a lot of misinformation about COVID-19 circulating online. The research also shows clearly that social media is playing a role, promoting a lot of COVID-19 myths as well as a lackadaisical attitude toward the pandemic in general."
According to one probationer who I spoke with for this column, that routine—which they had to go through twice last week—involves waiting in a lobby close to other people, riding in an elevator with an Averhealth employee, pulling their pants down and shirt up, peeing in a cup, and handing over the goods.
“There’s a lot of money being thrown at the Harbor Islands now—they want to put hotels there and all kinds of things, but there were burials all over there, so that’s a battle we’re going to have.”
In the process of editing this week’s cover feature by Jean Trounstine, a collaboration with the ...
Without First Amendment crusaders to catch our backs, journalists—along with educators, activists, and anybody else whose career or passion often requires that they take unpopular public positions—would be no more useful than a Putin fan zine published by the Kremlin.
Don’t even think about leaving the arcade before you swipe a couple bucks away trying to wrap a claw that couldn’t lift a Lego around an anonymous L.O.L. Surprise! prize the size of a toddler.
My point is to draw a comparison between the horse-race repetition and robotic uniformity of the kind of trash commercial bigs, from putrid right-wing radio to elitist broadsheets like the Post, reported out of New Hampshire this week, and the unique features that our squad produced.
The reporters I roll with may not dress like the coifs on TV, or have as many cool lanyards in their credential collection as those who ride campaign buses, but I assure you we are much more serious than most of them.
A few weeks ago, I went there. I told family members who reside politically south of America’s metaphorical Mason-Dixon line that they were unqualified to wrestle with me on the subject of impeachment.