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What Would YOU Do If An O’Reilly Goon-Crew Showed-Up On YOUR Doorstep?


Since our beloved Pulitzer-winning Cynthia Tucker handled her brush with Fox News’ O’Reilly show goons in her ice-queen, super-cool mannner (of course she would) I’m left wondering what mere mortals would do if a FNC crew would be to show-up on our doorsteps with cameras and mics a’blazin’?

Given that my idea of the perfect media op/gift from the media goddess would be an O’Reilly crew on the doorstep, I think I’d fall immediately to the ground and go onto dramatic “labor,” yelling all the while about how “The Media” had knocked me up. Say it with me… “It’s The Media, The Media I tell ya!!”

Then I’d get-up and invite ’em all in for some sweet tea and pound cake, just like our mommas taught us to do when company comes a’callin’.

Please tell Mostly Media what you would do in the comments section.

Where Were You While We Were Getting High?


This is just plain meanness, and things are really pathetic on Marietta Street when they make their Pulitzer Prize winners face their “audience” via the crude muck that is the blogosphere. Blogging is simply not for everyone. Anyone who’s spent even an hour blogging could tell you that.

But bureaucrats don’t actually DO things like submerge themselves in cyberspace for a few years to find out, firsthand, what it’s all about. Rather, they just hear they should be “interacting” someplace they personally would never be caught dead at; for example, the Clermont Lounge twenty years ago.

Sign of a perfect bureaucrat? When they have no qualms about making others slum for them. Then everyone on Marietta can pass themselves off as being so “in the know.” Even carrying on like “online leaders.” Careful what you ask for.

The AJC’s bureaucrats, maybe even a Director of Culture and Change, remind me of the evil step-sisters in Cinderella who wish to cram their feet, or Cynthia Tucker’s delicate toes in this particular case, into glass sausage casings, making them appear… obnoxious and ugly.

Leave Cindy T. to her quiet hearth and ashes, for chrissake.