Earlier today, the hardreading staff wrote this in assessing the latest Boston Herald assault on its crosstown rival Boston Globe’s imminent sale:
Let’s skip over Howie Carr’s bulk-mail offering (“I have next to nothing in common with the pampered pukes of Morrissey Boulevard — I went to a state college, I’m not in the Social Register, I don’t have a trust fund, I wasn’t born and raised on Park Avenue, I never summered in the Hamptons” blah blah blah) and go right to the alleged news report.
But, in retrospect, it’s only right to address Carr’s knee-jerk (accent on jerk) attack on the stately local broadsheet.
First off, the “state college” Carr attended was the University of North Carolina, “not exactly Dartmouth State” as one splendid commenter noted.
Beyond that, Carr fails to mention his high school days at Deerfield Academy, not exactly Charlestown High.
But more importantly, consider what the “pampered pukes” published on Page One alone of the Boston Sunday Globe:
In nonprofit game, athletes post losing records
Some true benefactors, but Globe finds others give little of what’s raised
Elegy without end for a wordless child
Ten weeks after the Newtown massacre claimed Joey, their 7-year-old joy, a local couple reflects on loss and the power of faith.
Michael McLaughlin made a career of skirting laws
The felonious Chelsea housing boss outran scandal and the law
That’s more serious reporting in one day than the Herald does in a month – or Carr does in a year.
Enough with playing to the cheap seats, Howie. You used to be a good, tough reporter. Do an honest day’s work for once, yeah?