Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
Elsewhere in a rag that differs only from the dying Playboy in that it doesn't run nudes, but has proven just as good at printing half-witted writing (which, happily for this rag, we suspect goes just as much unread):
He may not be Jack Welch, the best-selling chest-thumper who preceded him, but he knows how to lead and how to get results. His pitch is perfect. The day will come when he is viewed as the prototypical corporate leader for the new century. That day is not here yet, but it will come. We would guess that day is slowly receding over the financial horizon. But HEARSTIES are nothing without their fingers in the wind, so we get this cutesy-pie last sentence fragment: Unless the board fires him first. Did some anonymous hack catch himself making a boo-boo? GIVE YOURSELF A DUBIOUS ACHIEVEMENT AWARD!
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