Titans of Infotainment confirm early cycles of End Times

It's been a weird few days of news. There was Va. Tech, of course, and then the NASA thing. Then Boris Yeltsin and David Halberstam both die within 24 hours of each other. Then, one in a series of increasingly penetrating attacks results in one of the Iraq war's bloodiest days for U.S. forces. And a panel of retired generals now think that global warming could lead to still more conflict.

It is not difficult to take these troubling stories as signs that the apocalypse is upon us. But I spy an even more troubling sign. Behold, a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Sanjaya. And Hell followed with him.

That's right. Sanjaya was a special reporter or something for People magazine at the annual White House Correspondents Dinner. Which was once an event for respected journalists. Hey, what just flew past my ear? Was that a locust?


Repent!

So there he is, mingling with real reporters, rubbing elbows with the Washington glitterati, smiling that smile that makes him look like he's about to have an episode of panicked vomiting right on your shirt front. Did he have any thoughts to share with People, his sugar daddy for the event as well as the journalistic equivalent of a soiled casting couch? (Seriously, People needs a name change. How about Everything Gets Three Stars Magazine? Or We're Just Going to Change A Few Words On Your Press Release And Run With It Magazine? You know, just to be more accurate about things.) Anyway, what did he tell this magazine? That doing a hair commercial "would be awesome." That's good. Hey, does a rash of revulsion count as pestilence? Or is that more of a boils thing?

Hyperlinks:
- David Halberstam, 73, Reporter and Author, Dies [New York Times]
- Rough-Hewn Father of Russian Democracy [Washington Post]
- Iraq Blast Kills 9 GIs, Injures 20 At Outpost
- Could Global Warming Cause War? [CBS]
- Sanjaya's a Hit at White House Correspondents' Dinner [People]

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