Curmudgeons are fond of their newspapers. Being older sorts, they actually still purchase and read these quaint relics of the past. Some actually read the NYTimes, that whiny liberal rag.
The NYTimes is the grocery store checkout lane National Enquirer for the NY bleeding heart crowd. They think they are the leading edge, but in reality they are just a bunch of whiners. The Curmudgeon Societé Generale doesn't have a single chapter located in that den of deluded idiots, NYC.
But we still read our local rags, and love them, despite the fact that classifieds are a thing of the past. Instead, we suffer through kids getting awards for doing diddlysquat, adults getting awards for even more obscure things, what roads are being paved, the "police blotter" - a careful selection of police activities that are supposed to make us believe they actually do useful stuff, and school sports news - the benighted obsession of the current generation.
We curmudgeons also toss a lot of newspaper sections.
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