Quel Con · 7 January 2002
In keeping with the continuing sluggishness of international post, the 17 December ish of the New Yorker just arrived; the one with Osama bin Laden & Co. riding Segways on the cover. Har.
It seems already to have evaporated from newyorker.com, but inside there’s a brisk little piece by Calvin Trillin on the road to the House of Lords taken by that fat fuck Conrad Black, a man whose delusions of intellectual rigour and public bumbling provide reliable ongoing amusement. There’s a sweet bit about the crash and burn of Con’s gawping, yappy butthole of a newspaper, the National Post, presently circling the drain:
“They kept preaching that the market should decide everything, and finally the market decided something about them.”
Har!
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