Tabloids, schlock, and media. The name of the game, by “Chet”.
Let’s go through modern journalism.
Resource Economics: The stereotype of business. You’re fired.
Economics: A journalist. You print or anchor.
History: You’re the source. If your journalist blows you, the clergy rapes your kid.
Creative Writing: The fraud revenge, from the economists, on the dirty journalist, that blew the historian. Four flavors. Fiction. That’s fraud. Non-fiction. Biography, brackets for target. Poetry. The target’s lady. Screenwriting. Taking down Hunter S. Thompson, the Air Force press, with the pass to the most deadly. Film. The recovered rapist, a slave to the state of whomever hires him through his firm. A felonious genius. They all die hard.
Stephen Glass: What’s hacking? Being able to do a job. What’s a convention? A commonly held rule. Where’s his office? Above other journalists. Where’d he think the hacking convention was? At the Church, down the street. Eat fraud, Steve.
Poetry Munitions 