After rushing to Channel 25 to defend America from evil terrorist Muslim murals on the Greenway, the Flying Internet Truthiness Squad rushed back to the Herald this morning to defend America from evil terrorist Muslims out to get Christians, Sikhs and God-fearin' gun owners.
Four, John Carroll reports, adding that left the Herald no space at all to cover the Mittstakes out of London.
Margery Eagan is outraged beyond belief that Robert Kraft made that cheesy demo tape to help out his possible girlfriend. Why, why, why, she sputters, the horny ol' goat has demeaned his children and his saintly late wife.
Not that some rich guy needs any help, but how dare she.
Did Kraft abuse this woman? Did he solicit her in a men's room? Is this woman underage? A Russian spy? A known typhoid carrier?
Seems that when a big convention is in town, the MBTA runs special Silver Line service to the airport straight from the convention center, rather than making people carry their bags on that long walk to the nearest Silver Line stop and crowding onto a bus there.
The week's Bochwhoring Index stands at 2.
Yesterday, of course, the Gals mentioned Boch Jr.'s celebrity roast and then, today, they used an on-air tiff between the roast host and some DJ we're relieved to see is still alive to play up the Norwood resident's name (in the headline, in a reference in the column, in an accompanying photo and, online, a clip from the roast - hmm, so should that make the Index a 6?).
Production problems mean delayed delivery of the Boston Globe across the region today. The Herald is, of course, also affected. On Beacon Hill, residents faced their own existential crisis, as Emily Gullickson reports:
Sunday Times delivery is late, leaving everyone in Beacon Hill to drink their coffee without the paper.
Yes, of course, Ernie Boch Jr., we learn today from his house organ.
The Teamsters have signed off on a plan under which
dogs will lie down with cats the Globe will print a bunch of copies of the Herald and 50 union members will lose their jobs. Presumably, the deal, which means savings for the Herald and new income for the Globe, also means freak snowstorms will no longer stop the Herald presses, or if they do, the Globe will pick up the slack.
Ripped from today's Herald: Are 'Joe for Oil' ads lubricating Joe III's run?
Perfectly valid question to ask, but nowhere does the story suggest that Joe4Oil has suddenly ramped up his omnipresent ads now that his kid is thinking of running for Congress, although it does note he's been thanking the people of Venezuela on TV for years now.
The Herald issued a TERROR ALERT on the news.
John Carroll compares the Saturday coverage in our two dailies.
How does a freshman state representative get mentioned as a "serious threat" to Democrats looking to retain the Congressional seat being vacated by Barney Frank? Seventeen grand should do it.
It was kind of striking yesterday: Around the same time, women in two separate neighborhoods were reporting being sexually attacked.
One of the attacks got played up extensively in the media, the other didn't. Naturally, it would be easy to assign bias to the fact that the news copters and vans raced to Wellesley to cover the attack by a bald black guy on a white teenager in her large suburban home, but couldn't seem to find Franklin Park on a map (with some exceptions).
A power outage at wherever it is the Herald gets printed these days (Chicopee?) means no Heralds for sale around here. The Dedham Square newsstand even has a "NO HERALDS" sign above the shelf where they'd normally be.
The Herald sic'ed roughly half its entire reporting staff (yes, six reporters) on the most urgent public-health crisis facing Boston today: Occupy Boston. The scrappy tabloid urgently warns us today that Dewey Square is a ticking time bomb of a fetid cesspool of disease-ridden, overripe hippies and vermin. The paper does, however, note the presence of hand sanitizer at the encampment.
Following the recent unpleasantness, Somerville mayor Joe Curtatone surprised the crowd at the city's Halloween parade with an unexpected disguise today.