Apparently the rats forgot to bail.
When the International Olympic Committee voted against Chicago’s bid for the 2016 Olympics this morning — after the President and First Lady flew to Copenhagen to push for it in person — the Weekly Standard newsroom burst into applause.
“Cheers erupt at Weekly Standard world headquarters,” wrote editor John McCormack in a post titled “Chicago Loses! Chicago Loses!”
The line was quickly removed, but ThinkProgress caught it in time and posted a screenshot of the post.
Just when you think you’ve seen it all. Tomorrow I would imagine they will all be in awe, standing outside watching the sun rise.
I originally logged in to dial back on my media diatribes, after all it was a pretty wide brush I was using, and I am somewhat aware of the real life realities of having a job, and having to do as you are asked to do by superiors. Obviously my attitude is not conducive to a wide range of that sort of behavior.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit to challenging more than one CEO or general foreman during the inevitable speech to the entire company explaining that there was a necessary reduction of force, due to circumstances beyond their control. I make more lists that way.
Anyway, the ninety percent of you journalists deserve an apology, which you aren’t going to get from me, but I’ll keep my eyes open for someone apologizing and pass it along. I figure five percent of you are deadwood and ought to write that novel you have in you. The other five percent are probably beyond redemption as far as journalistic integrity is concerned anyway, after all that wasn’t what got you where you are anyway, is it?
The upside to forgiving my ass is that you ought to be able to forgive just about anything anyone, especially those close to you, has done, or does in the future to offend you. But you need not thank me for pushing your level of tolerance and understanding to a higher level. Watching and listening to you is its’ own reward. I might ought to charge you for taking your thin skinned asses to a new level of alligator hide.
Of course the other ten percent of you can just kiss my ass and we’ll call it even.
Terraformed 