"I don't believe in journalists having 'responsibility.'"
-Seth Lipsky, October 16, 2003

Seth Lipsky and Ira Stoll demanded on August 20, 2003, that Washington "finish the war" against "the Arabs."

Seth Lipsky and Ira Stoll assembled their staff for a Champagne toast to mass death on the commencement of hostilities against Iraq. Stoll called it "my war." CNN maintains a running update here of Americans killed in Ira's war.

On February 6, 2003, Seth Lipsky and Ira Stoll wrote, in all seriousness, of a pending anti-war demonstration that the "the New York City police could do worse, in the end, than to allow the protest and send two witnesses along for each participant, with an eye toward preserving at least the possibility of an eventual treason prosecution."

The June 9, 1995 Wall Street Journal quoted an SEC complaint against New York Sun backer Bruce Kovner as saying Kovner had "altered and destroyed" subpoenaed evidence. We wish you'd do the same to the daily print run of your God-awful newspaper, Bruce.

Also, Professor G. Harlan Reynolds alleged on August 27, 2002 - when the Sun was several months in publication - that Seth Lipsky and Ira Stoll had not yet paid him for a piece authored for their inaugural issue.

Friday, December 06, 2002
Sadly, our stalwart/flunky Tim was unable to get his hands on a copy of today’s print version of the New York Sun, leaving us unable to pursue what may be a disturbing new development. Namely, Alicia Colon’s column did not appear this week. Has one of the Sun’s few actual New York voices (albeit a shrill, often confused voice) disappeared from its pages? And who might replace her? Kay Hymowitz, who had an editorial on Wednesday (a reprint, of course) in which she managed to misspell Ozzy Osbourne’s first name every single time it appeared in her sad excuse for a stab at currency? Ms. Hymowitz would be a poor excuse for the highly entertaining Ms. Colon (although much credit to Ms. Hymowitz for working a reference to Lemmy, the handsomest man in the world, into the Sun). We will be watching the Sun more closely than ever, awaiting the return of our fair lady.

I had hoped to follow up on what Grady wrote regarding the war criminal Kissinger, specifically on yesterday's big Sun wet kiss to the criminal Eliot Abrams, newly brought on at the National Security Council, but I’m just too tired. Not of the Sun’s bullshit----that I’m used to----but because one of the tanning beds broke down. . .

Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Brad Olson is correct in pointing out below that Ira Stoll managed a whole "smarter - [sic] - times" entry without reference to the Manhattan Institute, though yesterday's ridiculous display of contempt for working people editorial made the requisite citation. In that piece, SethandIra got all huffy over those lazy layabout city employees (SethandIra must know hundreds!) getting a full 12 paid holidays. The editorialist is particularly peeved that municipal employees are given Election Day off with pay. It would of course be preferable to SethandIra for people who actually have to work to be as far away from the electoral process as is practicable; their overlords have have dedicated organizations furthering this sickening agenda. This, mind you, is from the "newspaper" that was unwilling or unable to field a Memorial Day issue.

The New York Times, a real paper, did manage a May 27, 2002, edition, with Juan Forero's "Hard-Liner Elected in Colombia With a Mandate to Crush Rebels" headlining. Today SethandIra don Andrew Sullivan's hand-me-downs and exercise their limp arms throwing rusty darts at the "Rainesian" Times. Aside from the Sun overlooking the historical record and the patent insanity of having a man credibly held to be a war criminal, the piece is remarkable. Not only do SethandIra reference a handful of their warblog-like efforts that went nowhere, they speculate the Times may be "going after Mr. Kissinger just because...he is a director of Hollinger International Inc., the newspaper company that is one of the proprietors of The New York Sun." Quite a gift for self-flattery, boys, but your paper is decidedly sub-recognition.

Further laughs today over hyperventilations over the "threat posed by Communist China" and the promising "Free Iraqis." Meanwhile, Robert Messenger joins the airheaded Lauren Mechling in overpriced drunken reverie.

Tuesday, December 03, 2002
"This 'Buddha' Holds Court in Cooper Square" runs a headline on the Sun's front page today. Who, you may ask, is the Buddha? Some guy who "sells used porn videos and magazines from bins atop two card tables" according to the intrepid Allen Salkin. Sadly, Mr. Salkin does not answer the question of just how "used" the magazines are, nor why some guy selling shit on the street is worthy of front page coverage. Meanwhile, on page two Smartertimes chastises the Times for running an article on how American libraries are dealing with the issue of Internet porn without taking into account what NYC's libraries are doing. Perhaps because the story ran in the Times' National section, Ira. Ira does manage to mention a reference to (no, no, not the Manhattan Institute, but good guess) the Sun's November 13 article on the accessibility of Internet porn in New York's libraries; he does not mention the Sun's much more recent coverage of the accessibility of porn in Cooper Square.

Monday, December 02, 2002
As an indication of how awful the Sun is, and how forgettable each and every word ever printed within is, Seth and Ira have to quote the nominal competition (John Podhoretz of the Post) on the trifling matter of Rudy Giuliani's contribution to Mayor Bloomberg's victory. Was it that the "newspaper" that makes coverage of the city a priority never devoted itself to the issue, or that whatever it said at the time was so banal that the editors had to go without to dredge up a quote?

Lauren Mechling's "Hey Rich People That Advertisers Seek, We're Writing About You!" column changes tack, yielding to the typical insecurity with one's own culture and person that sends one looking abroad for talents.This is the nebula of personal deficiencies that convince countless that Andrew Sullivan has anything to say worth hearing, and that Guy Ritchie is anything but a sub-competent also-ran. She writes today of some kid who raps or something. Loaded's probably been hyping the guy for months. One paragraph in particular struck us:
What’s more, he hails from Birmingham, England, which means he has a dash of European flair. With songs that mention darts, Kronenberg beer, "going football fan," and "geezers" (his word for regular guys), any American lady who pledges allegiance to Mr. Skinner [the alleged talent in question] can enjoy the prestige that comes with being perceived as a worldly sophisticate.
So "Kronenberg" [sic! Where did you learn your trade...] is enjoyed by sophisticates? Same for darts? Has she ever been to the sophisticated burg of Manchester? Is a tongue - not necessarily her own - planted firmly in Ms. Mechling's cheek? Are Seth and Ira capable of delivering a compelling product?


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