There’s a new root cellar over at the Washington Post. It’s under the turnip cellar and the storm cellar, below the subcellar under the parking garage. That’s how low the Post had to go in its July 16 warning to the British Parliament (and others) not to go “too far” in their investigation of Rupert…
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The Washington Post, too tacky to live for very long
What is that annoying sound? Well, it’s the death rattle of the Washington Post. Again. And again. And again. And again. The latest, and perhaps most pathetic gurgle is entitled Support grows for tackling nation’s debt, written by Elaine S. Povich and Eric Pianin, who work, not for the Post but rather the “Fiscal Times,”…
The Atlantic—not so innocent
In one of my by-now almost numberless rants against Washington Post publisher Katharine Weymouth ( probably this one), I claimed that cozy, off-the-record dinners hosted by Atlantic publisher David Bradley had no price tag attached. Well, I was totally wrong. As this story in TPM Muckraker, and this one in Slate, demonstrate, Bradley has been…
Pimp my charmingly unpretentious Chevy Chase bungalow
According to a reliable source—and I do have them—Katy Weymouth does not own a mansion. Furthermore, in a recent memo Katy has asked for a “review” of “recent events” at the Wash Post—most notably, one presumes, her recent offer to rent out herself, her house, and her paper to the highest bidder. It’s a good…