As a devoted reader of the The New York Times, it is sad to read of its recent financial troubles. But when you look at the front page of today's paper, you can understand why it's happening. Somehow, the "Gray Lady" still doesn't get it. In my imagination, I see it being attacked by the Blue Meanies, like the inhabitants of Pepperland. This attack causes it to freeze into a timeless obsolescence. But, unlike the movie, there is no Sergeant Pepper coming to rescue it.
First, the far right column lead is about the doctor shortage. It is a matter of great concern to me, especially since I'm of the age when I will need to see them with ever greater frequency.
It was a good introduction to the problem; well written, nice map and graphic, cogent. Then , suddenly, it was over. Even continued inside the paper, it was barely half a page.
On the far left of the page, the Times gave prime space to our enigmatic Treasury Secretary, Timothy Geithner. An insert pic shows him speaking, in obvious discomfort (probably to a reporter).
The front page space of both articles was about the same. But inside...wow! The Big T gets two full pages, complete with dramatic poses, in color, one showing him, like Old Sol himself, surrounded by a system of graying white males. Captive to his gravitational pull, they seem to move, clockwise, at his command.
The article bannered him "Overseer of Finance Club". About his "ties" to Wall Street. You know the patter. But it probably has a lot of details none of us ever knew. I bet some of them are embarrassing. Yes, I said "embarrassing".
Anything like news in all that? I wouldn't know. That's because I have absolutely no intention of reading the article.
Period.
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