This shouldn't worry those who feel there might be contamination of the NYT with Rupert Murdoch muck. I'm sure they won't mix up the text and print a headline like the above under the NYT masthead. I will admit that would be like the famous stamp called the Inverted Jenny, an absolute collector's item worth fighting over. I'd pay to see that.
For those who are unaware of who Anthony Weiner is, and why he might he famous, he is the former NYC councilman who was making a decent run for mayor several years ago when his campaign got waylaid when it became known he had "sexted" an image of his schlong to a female. Not only did he do it once, he did it twice and was jailed for it. He spent time chowing down Kosher food in the Otisville penitentiary. His wife naturally divorced him, but nothing seems to have discouraged him from again seeking the attention of the public.
Thank God for tabloid newspapers. The New York Post is of course famous for the now unforgettable headline of: HEADLESS BODY FOUND IN TOPLESS BAR.
Are they teaching that one in J-school at Columbia? No? That's what's wrong with the Ivies. They're just not in touch with what people understand.
The Post doesn't hold an exclusive on the unambiguous headline. There is a Daily News headline that is equally famous that goes back to the Gerald Ford administration, when President Ford basically repelled any thought that the federal government was going to help NYC out of its 1970s financial problems.
And of course, few could miss making fun of the president's remarks caught on tape long before he became president, but remarks that are still felt to be indicative of his personality, because of course, big cats don't change.
Tabloids are great fun. You don't need to buy the paper, just read the headline as you pass the paper on the newsstand or the supermarket shelf.
For those who aren't aware of it, the College Point printing plant was opened several years ago in a revitalized area of College Point that prior to its revival was basically below sea level. It was Holland. There was the private Flushing airport that tiny planes used and the Department of Sanitation self-help refuse center, otherwise known as the dump.
When I lived in Flushing and didn't want to wait for a bulk appointment, we would drive to the "self-help" dump and deposit whatever homeowner residue there was from an improvement project. It was a cathartic experience to be directed to the enormous dumpsters that you just tossed the old storm windows into. I used to love it. And as homeowners were tossing stuff in, the workers were keeping an eye peeled for copper and brass that was bring tossed that they would later fish out for salvage money.
The Times printing plant is enormous. They've done photo inserts in the paper of the magnitude and complexity of the place. My guess is there are no public tours, much as I'd love to take one.
So, thank God print will stay alive for at least some time to come. And mayors will come and go. And hopefully the gang at The New York Post will be there to tell us how they're doing.
I'd hate to miss these.
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