
No kidding. Arthur Sulzberger, the publisher of the New York Times, is in some seriously deep financial trouble. He's got huge debts, and not much money. And every month his paper loses more money. Not a pretty picture, though don't look for any deep analysis of the company's management in the business pages of the Times itself because according to Arthur that would cross some kind of journalism ethics line. Which is why you have to admire the Times, you really do. Anyway. He calls me up today and he starts out by saying how happy he is that I won and how proud he is that his paper had played a pivotal role in shaping public opinion and helping me get over the top. Then he brings up the financial meltdown and starts saying stuff like, "Gosh, I mean it's just amazing, every day we see another bank going down, or a big car company, and, well, I'm just glad to see that you're putting together such a great time of advisors who really seem to understand the value of keeping some of these institutions alive with some loans and bail-outs because without these institutions well, what happens, I mean do we all just fall into chaos? And there's the ripple effect as suppliers and others downstream get hurt and well anyway I just think you're doing a great job with a very difficult situation and by the way is there any chance we could borrow maybe a billion dollars from the federal government? Just to keep us above water while we sort out this whole print-to-Internet transition, because we've got a really great strategy in place but it's just taking a little longer than we thought for those digital revenues to kick in but when they do we are going to be so well-positioned that it's just sick, so whattaya say?"
Lord forgive me. I know this is wrong. But I can't say no to people -- it's one of my weaknesses -- and yet I know I can't give him any money, either. So I just did that thing where you pretend you're going into a tunnel and you're losing the signal and I was like, Arthur? Arthur? Are you there? Arthur? I think I'm losing you. I'll call you back. I will. Okay? Hang in there.
Then I told Reggie Love to add Arthur's phone number to the screened-out list. Sorry, New York Times. I know you helped me. You really did. Maureen Dowd has a free pass to any White House event she ever wants to attend. But the paper? As my good friend and longtime supporter Flavor Flav once said, I can't do nothing for you, man.
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