Archive: July, 2011
The Rupert Murdoch phone-hacking scandal just got a whole lot weirder:
One of the first voices to blow the whistle on the phone hacking , former News of the World journalist Sean Hoare , was found dead Monday in Watford, about 25 miles (40 kilometers) northwest of London. Police said the death was being treated as unexplained but was not considered suspicious, according to Britain's Press Association.
Boy, I had you going there, didn't I? Actually, I probably didn't. You probably knew the headline was a joke (or a "joke") the moment you read it. This is America. We would never arrest a Wall Street executive or a political leader for the kind of corruption that really matters. You know, like scam mortgages or bogus foreclosures or student loans for kids who'll never be able to repay them. If they have sex with a hooker, maybe we'll arrest them. OK, actually probably not for that, either.
It's not like I'm holding up Great Britain as nirvana on earth. To the contrary, the Watergate-ish collapse of the House of Murdoch has exposed that journalists, the cops, and some leading pols across the pond have been rotten to the core for some time. What's different is that when the Brits realized how thoroughly the stench of corruption rose to the highest levels, powerful people ACTUALLY GOT ARRESTED.
Congratulations to Japan, our new soccer overlords.
Philadelphia's filthy rich CEOs got a lot richer (32.6 percent, on average) last year, and they did it by freezing your pay and slashing your benefits:
ONCE UPON A TIME - when the local founding Pew family was still in control - workers at Sunoco's sprawling Marcus Hook refinery joked about working for "Uncle Sunny," the kind of company in which a generous health plan for early retirees was negotiated with a simple handshake.
By the way, I'm off the rest of the week, although I'll make a brief appearance Friday, inshallah, to post my expose of obscene CEO pay raises in Philadelphia. Just a warning, next week's a full week for Attytood but then I'll be off for three weeks in a row. Then I'm back for as long as the paper is still around.
Talk about a milestone for us-much-maligned-by-Attytood-commenters Baby Boomers! Sherwood Schwartz, the creator of that era's epic television shows "Gilligan's Island" (that's Schwartz at center with the cast; director Jack Arnold is in the enviable slot nexc to Tina Louise) AND "The Brady Bunch," has died at the ripe old age of 94:
TV critics hooted at "Gilligan's Island" as gag-ridden corn. Audiences adored its far-out comedy. Schwartz insisted that the show had social meaning along with the laughs: "I knew that by assembling seven different people and forcing them to live together, the show would have great philosophical implications."
This is simply unconscionable:
“The reason you guys are here is because on 9/11 the United States got attacked,” he told troops at Camp Victory, the largest U.S. military outpost in Baghdad. “And 3,000 Americans — 3,000 not just Americans, 3,000 human beings, innocent human beings — got killed because of al-Qaeda. And we’ve been fighting as a result of that.”
Visionary. A man ahead of his time. Those are words that never, ever have been used to describe me -- but maybe this one rare time they should, after Philadelphia Media Networks, the parent company of the Daily News and some other publications, released its bold idea for the future. It turned out it's a technology-enhanced version of an idea I had back in 2009.
Here's what I wrote two years ago: