Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Tell the folks at TWA we said hi.

The New York Times. The Grey Lady of news. All the news that fits, we print.

But not for much longer, and the publishers can thank their own loyal minions for the final blow.
"What am I gonna do? Am I gonna eat cat food? Am I gonna move in with my kids? Am I gonna commit suicide?"
How about this? I Don't Give A Damn.

Call it the dance of the low-sloping foreheads.

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