The Countdown Begins...
...for the local rag, aka Yellowwich Time (all the fluff and non-news that's fit to print). Oh, and don't forget the yellow journalism that Bill Rowe began to publish some years ago, aided and abetted by the increasingly ridiculous and marginalized Joe Pisani. Joe has been fired, of course, but continues to spew forth his solipsistic nonsense at the equally marginalized Greenwich [Dumb as a] Post. And now it appears that the ax is hovering over most of what's left of the staff at the pathetic LR.
To add insult to injury, rumor has it that the LR plans to hike the newsstand price of its pulp from fifty to seventy-five cents. That's 50% more for just about 100% less. Anyone who takes out a long-term subscription to the rag these days might as well be buying stock in Lehman Brothers.
As a harbinger of things to come, the LR's former parent, the Tribune Company, has filed for bankruptcy under Chaper 11 today. Luckily, they took advantage of the "greater fool" theory by offloading the local mess last year to the Hearst Corporation. But the Hearst people are not as foolish now as they were then; they have marked Yellowwich Time for the death it has so richly deserved for lo! these many years. And few if any tears will be shed over its grave.
Such a pity that the grave is likely to be unmarked. The former offices on East Elm Street are filled only with ghosts, at least at the time of your scribe's last visit. Joe Pisani's whiny voice still echoes amidst the dust and ashes of the former home of the newspaper he so ably helped to kill with his slanted reporting and biased editorials. But alas, your scribe has no place to lay the bunch of wilted flowers he has been saving for just this occasion.
RIP, Yellowwich Time. Your days are numbered, and karma is finally catching up with you for all your past misdeeds. And remember, dear reader, just hang up if you get one of those spam calls asking you if you'd like to subscribe. You might as well toss your money down the nearest sewer grate...and with that not unapt analogy, your scribe bids you good day for the nonce.
To add insult to injury, rumor has it that the LR plans to hike the newsstand price of its pulp from fifty to seventy-five cents. That's 50% more for just about 100% less. Anyone who takes out a long-term subscription to the rag these days might as well be buying stock in Lehman Brothers.
As a harbinger of things to come, the LR's former parent, the Tribune Company, has filed for bankruptcy under Chaper 11 today. Luckily, they took advantage of the "greater fool" theory by offloading the local mess last year to the Hearst Corporation. But the Hearst people are not as foolish now as they were then; they have marked Yellowwich Time for the death it has so richly deserved for lo! these many years. And few if any tears will be shed over its grave.
Such a pity that the grave is likely to be unmarked. The former offices on East Elm Street are filled only with ghosts, at least at the time of your scribe's last visit. Joe Pisani's whiny voice still echoes amidst the dust and ashes of the former home of the newspaper he so ably helped to kill with his slanted reporting and biased editorials. But alas, your scribe has no place to lay the bunch of wilted flowers he has been saving for just this occasion.
RIP, Yellowwich Time. Your days are numbered, and karma is finally catching up with you for all your past misdeeds. And remember, dear reader, just hang up if you get one of those spam calls asking you if you'd like to subscribe. You might as well toss your money down the nearest sewer grate...and with that not unapt analogy, your scribe bids you good day for the nonce.
posted by Bill Clark | 12/08/2008 05:48:00 PM
2 Comments:
Am I to understand you've beaten me to it, you old dog? Congratulations! I'm off to Amazon to order my copy forthwith! Is it available in bookshops here?
Hi, Leigh!
It can be ordered through bookstores anywhere, I think. But whether they will stock it is anyone's guess....
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