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Some days, we're let off the hook far too easily. Nothing requiring any real brainpower commands our attention, and our limits for comprehension go tragically untested.
Fortunately, there is the Trentonian, and their often beguiling headlines. Grasping this one introduced me to a part of my brain I'd never known to exist, and for that (and very little else), I am grateful to their staff.
Via Jon Solomon.
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There's a bonkers charm to this one from yesterday's Trentonian:
http://www.trentonian.com/articles/2010/04/28/opinion/doc4bd7ce639db5f535196714.txt
Posted by: Jon Solomon | April 29, 2010 at 01:30 PM
Unfortunately I can't find this anywhere on the internet, but I swear back in 2007 the Trentonian announced Ike Turner's passing with IKE BEATS TINA TO DEATH.
Posted by: katybobaty | April 29, 2010 at 05:16 PM
I think the IKE BEATS TINA TO DEATH was actually from the New York Post. Always classy, but yeah, pretty amazing in some way. It must be fun to work there. -mike
Posted by: r:m:b | April 29, 2010 at 06:26 PM
http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/mediamonkey/NewNation440.jpg
Posted by: Jon Solomon | May 05, 2010 at 04:07 PM