Threw The Looking Glass

Drinking coffee. Eating cake. Reading the Toronto Sun (well, someone has to). Halfway into a piece about Toronto's pathetic soccer team (9 games, 9 defeats), I stumble over a paragraph. I read it again. And then again . . .

Then I realise that the Sun must have (a) sacked its sub editors, (b) pawned its dictionaries, or (c) globalised its page production to third world suppliers (cheaper than employing Canadian journalists, increases profitability, and the paper's readers won't notice or care).

Time someone is thrown/throne (delete whichever is inapplicable) under another bus . . .