My Chicago Tribune pissed me off YET AGAIN this morning. Really, is the caffeine in the coffee waking me up, or the adrenaline rush from reading the local fish-wrapper?
What is it this time, my eye-rolling, long-suffering may ask. It's this.
Really, Mr. McNamara? "Go cry on your useless business cards?" A local liquor store should provide free rot-gut whiskey for the unemployed? Or drugstores offer free (prescription) anxiety drugs? Or (this is a real knee-slapper!) camping gear retailers should offer bank-robbing gear because (hee hee!) people are so DESPERATE? That's HUMOR to you? While you do give FedEx a throw-away compliment so you can use it as a segue, do you realize what a serious matter job loss/job searching is?
Of course, you can afford to go shopping at the Michigan Avenue Eddie Bauer for shorts because your spectacular writing earns you such a splendid living. For now.
We'll see how you cry on your own worthless business cards as the newspaper business continues to collapse.
