Just a little shout out to our comrades over in the Belo bunkers on the eve of mañana’s visitation from the Angels of Death. Look, it will be brutal, and “unfair” doesn’t even begin to describe the promise-breaking sacking of 100 or more of you, even the ones who don’t belong in journalism anyway, or who are named Steve Blow. Sure, Moroney and Mong and their ilk ought to do the honorable thing and fall on their swords, but they won’t, because “honor,” like many other words, is not in the vocabulary of newspaper management. Nor, apparently, is “planning.”
So, as one who has been in your shoes so often I now only wear flip-flops, I say, you are but casualties of the cyber-moment. Face the firing squad with the sneer of a Villista and go on to better things. Trust me, there are.
