You really have to see this piss-yellow abomination, though I don’t recommend watching it every morning like I do.
As for working journos, I’m here to rep for y’all. To rep for indies, and to kick the #mainstreammedia w/out the cheap right-wing vitriol
I am stoned at CPAC. I am in hell. Here’s how it happened …
This is not a review of the new Gilmore Girls … just my cheap personal gripe that seemed worth sharing
Heads are looking for a place to turn. A hopeful place, but also outlets that are down to scrap.
Is there a better alternative to today’s busted model of mendicant journalism? I think so. The one least discussed in this country in this era, but perhaps the most important.
Just kidding. Boston Red Sox owner John Henry didn’t tap his wife, Linda Henry, to play shortstop or any other position at Fenway. That would be preposterous.
We don’t say this stuff because we think guns are great, but rather to remind people that the Globe is merely out for clicks and eyeballs like every other outlet.
What marks each of those dark episodes is a failure to fathom where an outlet’s vision leads, to carry rhetoric to its logical conclusion. This satirical interpolation attempts to do just that, to envision what Boston looks like with the Globe spinning rightward.
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