We knew it was going to happen in the end.
If other, more reputable journalists than myself, couldn’t resist the sweet siren call of the filthy lucre being thrown around by the Canadian interlopers from Black Press/Sound Publishing, who have bought up all three of Whidbey Island’s newspapers, who am I to resist?
I mean, I could have continued to protest that independent, local journalism still had a place in Coupeville, even when the carpetbaggers sold The Examiner to the robber barons. I could have held fast to my ideals.
But when all that sweet, sweet money gets bandied about, who doesn’t want to watch it rain — especially on their head and all over their face?
And going to the dark side, giving in to the Evil Empire, being part of the Canuck collective, with the other 300+ papers they own, doesn’t entail too much pain.
It’s rather simple, from what I understand. A quick procedure to pluck out your soul, a wad of cash stuffed in your back pocket to pad any resulting soreness in your nether regions, and you’re gold, Jerry, gold!
You may seem a little like a zombie, afterwards, but you make a few concessions. It’s all good in the end.
At least that’s what the corporate memo tells me.
You thought I would hold out longer? Have a little more fight in me? Stick it to The Man just cause someone’s got to give ’em a wedgie?
Guess you were wrong.
So now, all that’s left to do is sign my contract, write my name on the dotted line in blood and surrender my soul. Though, I guess I need to date the document, too.












































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