Would the normally, um, sedate Philadelphia Inquirer ever run headlines like this: "Dead in the Living Room: Rent Was Late, And Now He Is Too"? I guess they will, technically, starting March 30, when we become a "unique edition of the Inquirer," emphasis on the unique. There's also today's main feature story, headlined: "What the frak?"
How long before the guys upstairs in the blue Oxford shirts, loose ties and khaki pants start to disavow all knowledge of us? We are the Inquirer's worst nightmare: A half-empty room full of loose cannons, armed with notebooks and a license to commit journalism.
If only D-Mac were still with us, he'd be having a field day.
In a related development, no blood in ants.