To borrow from Michael Scott in the season four finale of the “The Office”: “[The Hopkins Center] has been cruisin’ for a bruisin’ for a long time. And I am now its cruise director. And my name is Captain Bruisin’.” I only needed a few weeks working — and getting lunch — in the real world (Boston in my case) this summer to be reminded of how truly awful the Hop really is. More »
It was a slow news day, indeed, that prompted the major media to pounce on The New Yorker magazine like a pack of salivating jackals on a tender, wounded baby antelope. Chris Matthews lambasted it, Wolf Blitzer certainly caught his beard in a ringer, and the perky ire of all those blonde Fox News vixens and supple MSNBC brunettes reared its awful head. Bill O’Reilly came out against the magazine, whilst wearing a grin normally categorized as “shit-eating,” probably just because The New Yorker is a manifestation of that all-pervasive “liberal media” so influential among the wry, esoterically-witted crowd comprising most of this country. Even crotchety, wet blanket John McCain expressed disapproval of the cover and defended his rival (though I hear that he doesn’t go for complex irony and instead favors the Fatty-Arbuckle-riding-a-bicycle-with-a-comically-oversized-wheel variety of humor that was so popular in his youth). More »
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