I hit the "go" button on the coffee pot on Sunday morning, then swung open the front door, intent on going out and retrieving the Sunday newspaper. Except out in the driveway was a plastic bagged paper so thin I mistook it for the weekly market trader circular that you find in your local grocer's racks.
Almost turned back into the house to call the circulation department, then thought, while I'm out here, may as well retrieve that market trader circular.
Alas, turns out that bagged newspaper WAS the Sunday paper. Could not believe it. This morning's paper broke all records for tree conservation. Even the Sunday store circulars seem to have taken the week off.
I can remember when the Sunday paper was two pounds of newsprint, with whole sections devoted to book reviews, and movie and play reviews, with a good ten pages of international news supplementing a generous reportage of national and local news.
This morning's paper required only 20 minutes for me to finish reading. And because they no longer care, the editor puts the paper to bed about midnight, so there was no news at all about the Sri Lanka tragedies, nor any overnight crime news. The only lengthy article of substance in the entire newspaper was a full four page spread about the plight of illegal central and south american invaders and how we are not doing enough to make them comfortable. This is not even news anymore. Our liberal Gannett corporation owned newspaper has, for a full decade, been promoting the elimination of our southern border. After the lengthy Sunday morning collective "group sob" the paper will feature at least two other sob stories before this week is out.
I don't expect to have too many fellow mourners here. With fewer readers I know the newspaper business is on its last legs. But I sure miss those newspapers of old that educated our citizenry without an axe to grind, and provided the Sunday reader an entire day of reading material.
I was just startled to realize that there may be more truth printed in those supermarket tabloids than there are in the local newspaper.
Sad. Damned Sad.