Pride goeth before a fall.
According to Grant Robertson, media reporter for the Glob and Blame, Toronto’s National Newspaper of Record, the Toronto Stun (that little newspaper that coulda, shoulda) is fading. Fading fast:
Actually, we like the Sun. We know people who work there and we know people who have worked there in the past. We hear for the writers and editors it is less of a snakepit than most of the Toronto dailies.
But now the paper is stumbling. Is is the “Nearly Naked Newsgirl” formerly found on page two? Is it the communist-leaning commentary of the editors and columnists?
Or–gasp–is it the car advertising found everywhere throughout, starting on the front page?
You know what we think it is. The Sun has been corrupted from within: automobilious corruption has set in, and until it is purged, the paper is a goner.
Two paragraphs near the end of the Global Male story told us everything we need to know about where, why, how, who, and what is happening to the Toronto Sun:
The union representing Sun employees is now launching a Save our Sun campaign that will ask members of the newspaper’s core readership to write to Mr. Lee and protest the consolidation and cutbacks.
On the list are fire halls, restaurants and the General Motors plant in Oshawa, the Sun’s largest single customer, buying a few thousand papers a day.
The Toronto Sun, famous for bikini-clad enchiladas, now faces a crisis: its biggest customer is a dinosaur and facing extinction.