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.
General Electric’s Boston charm offensive presents dilemma for Boston nonprofits, others
Newspaper of record fails both sides of the digital divide
Brace yourself for last week’s “Who’s prescribing marijuana?” by Todd Feathers in the Lowell Sun. It’s a pathetic slanted story posing as a fair and balanced piece, a medical marijuana article with no patients, reefer madness front and center.
While the paper is a regular disgrace around these parts, this weekend the broadsheet showed just how ignorant things get when editors run wire copy about shit happening thousands of miles away.