What's even worse is that you had to drag David Wittman into the whole process. I don't believe any of the events that you guys reported, and I don't think you even actually followed Meyer anywhere. They are nice men, and I love their style.
This is probably why more people read the Free Times than Scene. Your so-called newspaper has really gone downhill over the years. Shame on you!
In the words of Channel 19 reporter Scott Taylor: "Clean up!" You guys suck big!
Funniest ever: I just wanted to tell you that article on Tom Meyer was probably the funniest shit I've ever read in my whole life. In a time of such dejection and negative press in the news medium, it was refreshing to read a story with such insight into Cleveland's trashiest news station with the humor and candor you provided.
Hooray for a breath of fresh air. You have just gained a loyal reader.
Plain ridiculous: I thought the story was kind of funny until the death of the young woman.
I always thought Scene was a great alternative to the poor excuse of a local newspaper (PD). But that story was just plain ridiculous. I'm sure that your contributors can do better than that.
Hilarious and great: That story was hilarious! It was great and was filled with laughter, suspense, and a possible lawsuit!
Enough already: You might as well have hired Chuck Yarborough or Eric Brewer, writers who think they're so funny and clever, to write your cover story on Tom Meyer.
It's irritating to read an article given so prominent a position (slow news day?), only to realize it's just a joke. Maybe it's supposed to be satire, but it's already enough of a joke that Carl Monday is so ignorant to think that humiliating a guy by asking him why he's masturbating in the library is worthy journalism. The only thing those so-called investigative reporters are doing is trying to outdo each other for ratings.
Okay, I'll admit your cover story had its moments -- but it got old pretty fast.
But seriously: I believe in free speech. I also believe when you accuse someone of something you must have proof.
It is one thing to have an opinion, but it is a different story to make accusations -- especially accusations with no proof, accusations that will affect a man's career and personal and private life.
Maybe Mr. Tone has more proof than he let on, but, seriously, were those really Mr. Meyer's shoes under the bathroom door? Let me just say I would bet that a truly good investigative reporter would have looked over that bathroom door, just to make sure.
Where's your proof about Natalee Holloway's body being buried in Mr. Meyer's backyard? I wonder how Mr. Tone would feel about explaining that comment to Natalee's family. I hope her mom gives you a call, Mr. Tone!
I just have one question I would like answered, Mr. Tone: Are you gay, hanging out in the bathroom at Bounce?
. . . And Simmers
The barista leaves a tip: I never thought, when I took a job as a SAGES Café barista at Case, that my job would be referenced in both The New York Times and Scene. But, lo and behold, it was.
As I wade through the enumerated irritants in Mr. Budiansky's Times article and Mr. Tone's satirical jabs in Scene ["A Life of the Mind," June 14], all that's left is a close literal reading of the SAGES website. These gentlemen have their panties in a bunch over universities using persuasive language to boost enrollment. Apparently, academic institutions should be held to a double standard that makes them unable to use the box of tricks usual in advertising and marketing.
When I read the SAGES website before I took this job, I recognized the cheerleading and enterprising language in use. I recognized it as the same type of language used in every other marketing brochure I've ever read. I thought it was overstated language, not an indication of a massive corrosion of integrity in higher education.
Mr. Budiansky's and Mr. Tone's mockery of the baristas is based on a literal reading of online information. I wonder if these gentlemen are equally upset with the teenager in the Goofy costume working at Disneyland, which claims to be "The Happiest Place on Earth"? Or does Mr. Tone chastise his cubicle buddies at Scene for promising to deliver e-subscribers "More of the things you love. More music. More entertainment. More everything"?
Granted, Mr. Tone should be rewarded for coming to the café; but if he had stuck around a little longer and asked more interesting questions, he would have found a thriving café where the baristas are on a first-name basis with about 80 percent of the customers, overheard academic conversations between several disciplines, and found out that the SAGES Café is badly needed on a campus lacking quality coffee, good food, and extended hours.
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