Iowahawk warned us
Back in January, Iowahawk tried to warn us about the trend of journalists who’d reached the end of their ropes, snapped and turned to a life a crime. In Bylines of Brutality he wrote;
A Denver newspaper columnist is arrested for stalking a story subject. In Cincinnati, a television reporter is arrested on charges of child molestation. A North Carolina newspaper reporter is arrested for harassing a local woman. A drunken Chicago Sun-Times columnist and editorial board member is arrested for wife beating. A Baltimore newspaper editor is arrested for threatening neighbors with a shotgun. In Florida, one TV reporter is arrested for DUI, while another is charged with carrying a gun into a high school. A Philadelphia news anchorwoman goes on a violent drunken rampage, assaulting a police officer. In England, a newspaper columnist is arrested for killing her elderly aunt.
And he formed a not for profit organization and a public service message to inform the public of this scourge;
And yet the problem continues according to Confederate Yankee;
Today, another media victim has apparently cracked under the pressure in my own backyard. Well, not literally my backyard, but close:
Eric Ralph Watson, 34, of 201 Old Grove Lane in Apex, was charged with one count of secret peeping. He was arrested shortly after 6 a.m. in the Brittany Trace subdivision, about a mile from his home.
Yet another from Bostonmaggie;
CNN personality Richard Quest was busted in Central Park early yesterday with some drugs in his pocket, a rope around his neck that was tied to his genitals, and a sex toy in his boot, law-enforcement sources said.
Quest, 46, was arrested at around 3:40 a.m. after a cop spotted him and another man inside the park near 64th Street, a police source said.
Well, CNN should have known better than to hire a guy with a gay porn star name anyway.
Totally beat me to this one, heard it on Opie and Anthony this morning and was gonna post first thing.
Curses to ye Lilyea, Curses!
Jonn wrote: Yeah, I suck. If you’d drag your flea-bitten ass out of bed on Sundays maybe you could beat me to the stories.
Couldn’t, I was still in jail, and trying to cut the gordian knot of the string attached to my junk.