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I could spend months detailing my differences with John Derbyshire regarding American race relations. However, one of his observations about politics and race is uncomfortably true.
The New York Post, Murdoch's tabloid flagship among his American properties -- and so far untainted by the mire swamping its London counterparts -- this week got a scoop.
The man convicted for the crime that inspired the most famous headline in the history of tabloid journalism recently sought parole nearly 29 years after it happened, which put that headline right back in the headlines.
31 years ago this week, John Lennon had just been murdered, and the city was going wild because the New York Post ran a shocking front-page photo of his body in the morgue.
It all went wrong. I started to quake as the Dalai Lama, spiritual leader for millions of Buddhists around the world, was coming down the church steps, wearing sandals and a sheet. He looked so damn innocent.
Spitzer and Matalin debate whether GOP electoral losses -- on labor rights and making zygotes like corporations -- signals voter backlash to Tea Party extremism. Should voters now forget Perry... and a Bain-Cain ticket?
As the debate over the millionaire's tax continues, we would like to clarify a few key points.
It seems no exaggeration to say that the NYPD has infiltrated every level of Muslim life in NYC. Where's the outrage? Where's the concern? Where's the lawsuit?
It's the nightmarish scene that plays out in the minds of many women who are rape victims -- that if they took their allegations to court they would end up being the ones on trial, rather than the rapist.
The idea that Murdoch would have so little knowledge of the problems facing News of World is preposterous on its face given facts readily available to anyone with access to Google.
The revelations of the last two weeks are no surprise to those who have followed the adventures of the scruples-free Rupert Murdoch. His is the law of the jungle. The only rule is that Rupert wins.
What would it look and sound like if we could see the hacked voicemails and texts between Rupert Murdoch, and his son and heir-apparent, James Murdoch -- as they deal with the fallout from the crisis?
The shocking new revelations about the hotel maid at the center of the Dominique Strauss-Kahn story are about to get even more shocking.
Tragedies happen, and the general population recoils from them. Newspapermen betray that natural instinct and dive right into other people's sorrows to get the story.
Lottery winners come in all shapes and sizes, but no matter who gets the jackpot I am always willing to bet my lungs on the following: he/she/they will believe that their problems are solved.
