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Oh, Come On: Grow a Pair

20070618-100950-6811.jpgA music critic over at the Washington Post got a little miffed at all the unsolicited emailed press releases he kept getting from former D.C. mayor and known crack addict, Marion Barry. So, Pulitzer-Prize winning critic, Tim Page, sent this missive to a Barry aide:

Must we hear about it every time this crack addict attempts to rehabilitate himself with some new — and typically half-witted — political grandstanding? I’d be grateful if you would take me off your mailing list. I cannot think of anything the useless Marion Barry could do that would interest me in the slightest, up to and including overdose.

Awesome, right? I mean, Page is writing exactly what he thinks. Major ups for speaking your mind, Mr. Page.

However, you lose a ton of points for apologizing … and not just apologizing, but for saying that “It’s the stupidest thing I’ve done in 30 years in journalism.” Well, bullshit, Tim. That wasn’t stupid — that was honest. And maybe in the world of real journalism, honesty and stupidity go hand-in-hand (how else would one explain the mainstream media’s early Iraq War coverage), but I have to say that I appreciated it. And I hope the Post tells Barry, who is calling for Page’s head, to go fuck off. Barry is a half-wit crack addict — and besides, Page is a music critic. Not a political journalist. Hell, Page probably spends half his life discussing the music of half-wit crack addicts — there’s no reason he ought to temper his writing because he’s talking about a politician.