I’d love to see what the “slug” would be, so I could frame it and put it over my computer as the sympathy donations poured into my PayPal — like they’re doing with Rob Ford right about now.
“NAZIMIDGET” ?
“MICROSCUM” ?
The (entertainment, merchandising and never-ending publicity) possibilities are endless.
I knew I shouldn’t have lost all that weight…
Right now, hundreds of young and not-so-young people across the country are working to finish some assignment for their university “Journalism” course.
They paid thousands of bucks (or their parents did, or I did, cuz they got government grants and loans) to take these courses and get a degree.
Suckers.
Let me tell you How Canadian Journalism Works, in two easy lessons, for free:
Lesson One, via my inbox just now:
“Did you know that Stephen Marche, who wrote that ‘Rob Ford is a fatty fatty fat fat’ piece, is Robert Fulford’s son-in-law?
“Married to Sarah, editor of Toronto Life'”
And here’s… Lesson Two.
That, despite this.
And any number of other things.
This morning, I felt enthusiasm for Sun TV News plummet.
Didn’t you?
