I miss The Post. I read its sports pages online, but that's not the same as holding it in your hand. Plus, every once in a while, they cough up a cover like this ...
Which is an impressive bit of tabloid journalism. I hope the woman in the middle gets a ton of shit at work tomorrow. And the next day. Etc.
Likewise her stupid friends.
The thing that amazes me is that -- given there was a huge explosion in the middle of the East Village -- there weren't more people injured. So for that, here on Pom Sunday, we have another thing for which to be thankful.
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