Poor Katy Weymouth! She just can’t wreck the Post fast enough, can she? I previously pissed on Katy’s parade here, here, and here, when she attempted to turn her home into a house of journalistic prostitution. Now she’s at it again, telling a reporter that his inspiring tale of a woman who had both arms…
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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…
Pimp my mansion—the continuing saga of Katy Weymouth
Is Wash Post publisher Katy Weymouth that much worse than the Wall Street Journal, the Economist, and the Atlantic Monthly, not to mention the New Yorker? All Katy wanted to do was rent out her fancy mansion, her paper, and herself to corporate lobbyists anxious to meet government movers and shakers. In a fascinating follow-up…
Katy Weymouth puts tit in wringer and turns the handle, hard
The Washington Post just committed suicide today. Unfortunately, the Post isn’t quite yet aware of that fact. Former Post reporter Mike Allen, now at Politico, is the messenger, informing us of one DC’s most remarkable invites: “Underwriting Opportunity: An evening with the right people can alter the debate,” says the one-page flier. “Underwrite and participate…
Don’t say the Washington Post never granted you any gratuitous and unmerited favors, departing Bush Administration
The Washington Post has been a persistent and aggressive critic of the Bush Administration’s disgraceful violation of the basic laws not only of democracy but of humanity, but somehow it can’t, or at least doesn’t, resist throwing that vicious crew an occasional bone. The editorial page of today’s Post provides a forum for a thoroughly…
Goin’ Postal—Three Things You’ll hate about the Sunday Post
There’s a lot to dislike in today’s Washington Post. The usually reliable Richard A. Clarke slides way off the rails with one of those “this didn’t happen but it could have” imaginative reconstructions of what Osama et al. might be talking about these days, what they might be talking about, that is, if Muslim terrorists…
Words stolen from Alan Vanneman’s brain, when he was helpless and asleep
“I Often Dream of Trains may be the most Syd Barrett-influenced album of Robyn Hitchcock’s career ….” David Malitz, Wash Post, Nov. 20, 2008. Oh, and how about that mammoth shit?
Two and 44/100s cheers for capitalism
A fascinating story in the September 9 Washington Post tells the tale of a come on practiced by some DC-area car dealers: Come on down and win $30,000 in cash! Or a Silverado truck! Or a flatscreen TV! Or a voucher for 150 gallons of gas! Now, granted, the odds that anyone would win any…
Richard Cohen has no penis
It’s official. In his latest column, Richard Cohen, who made his bones at the Wash Post by helping take down Spiro Agnew, treats the fad for tattoos among the young as a sign of the general fuckedupedness of modern America, addresses young women as “sweeties” and makes smart remarks about their “tummies,” bemoans the fact…
David Broder is a liar
Ken Silverstein blows a massive hole in David Broder’s credibility right here. The trouble started with reports that Big Dave was giving speeches at political fund-raising events and lobbbyists’ conventions. Broder refused to speak to Silverstein about this, because reporters don’t have to answer questions, and, when asked about it by Washington Post omsbudsman Deborah…