In the waves of layoffs that accompanied these paroxysmal death-throes, this bearded shit-in-a-suit whacked the newspapers most profitable sections and bureaus and its best writers and shooters, all to protect his ring of beholden pets , a phalanx of talent-challenged ass-sniffers and the cadre of bulbous interns that he hired from his Midwest alma mater and it's pretentiously name H-School of Journalism {there are two things that should never be named: j-schools and penises}, an equally overrated institution that he hoped to eventually return to in some kind of endowed bean bag chair.
( Jess Walter )
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