THE NEWS HACK'S CREED:
I know more than you.
I make lots more money than you.
I'm smarter than you.
I'm sexier than you.
I appear on TV all the time.
I work ten minutes a day.
I rule the universe.
I'm going to live forever.
You are an idiot.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 2:
A lie isn't a lie when it tells THE TRUTH.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 3:
I've come to realize that the looseness of the journalistic life, the seeming laxity of the newsroom, is an illusion. Yes, there's informality and there's humor, but beneath the surface lies something deadly serious. It is a code. Sometimes the code is not even written down, but it is deeply believed in. And, when violated, it is enforced with tribal ferocity.
--JOHN "OMERTA" CARROLL.
THE NEWS HACK'S CREED, No. 4:
News isn't news when we don't report it.
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Besides Oprah (no Steadman as far as we could tell), her pal Gayle King, Quincy Jones, Cathie Black and Ellen Levine — the big shots from Hearst Publishing, purveyors of O Magazine — we had no less than New York Sen. Chuck Schumer, Stevie Wonder, Anita Baker, Sidney Poitier, Jerry and Jessica Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Isaac Hayes, Bebe Winans, Jamie Foxx, Donald and Melania Trump, Katey Sagal, Phylicia Allen and Debbie Allen, Paul "Pee Wee Herman" Reubens, Spike Lee and wife Tonya, Anna Deveare Smith, Al Sharpton, Ashanti and her mom Tina, Lynn Whitfield, Nick Ashford & Valerie Simpson, Naomi Campbell, Suzanne dePasse, Grace Hightower DeNiro, Mike Nichols and so on. And so on and so on. And so on and so on and so on.
Any party with the DONALD and Sen. Red Light is one we'd rather avoid. (Not to mention Pee-Wee, Spike, Rev, a vocalist whose singing technique reminds one of Deep Throat [we won't say who], the greatest stage and film direc-TOR of all TIME and a former publisher of USAOKAY!!!!!) Ditto with LEGENDARY DAVIS, still patting Himself on the back after His company's ROOTKIT TRIUMPH. (Oh wait. He works for BERTELSMANN!!!!!)
P. S.
I can't say enough nasty things about the music, which consists of generic gospel, scrubbed-up blues and fake-fur jazz, all somewhat less memorable than the score to a made-for-TV movie. The lyrics are cloyingly faux-naïf, though I'll be kind and cite only this stanza from the finale: "It take a grain of love/To make a mighty tree/Even the smallest voice/Can make a harmony." Why does it not surprise me that one of the show's songwriters is best known for having penned the theme to "Friends"?
Sounds like something Rog and his party pals WOULD like, doesn't it.