The world is literally reshaping itself as we speak. The motherfuckin’ people have spoken and they’ve been heard.
A dictator stands down in Egypt and a dick Republican Rep from upstate is so damn stupid that he goes on Craigslist and tries to find some NSA lovin’...and USES HIS REAL NAME, AND SENDS A BARE CHESTED FACE PIC (to a chick in Texas no less). I mean: this shit is just falling from the sky into the laps of serious journalists.
So, what’s my third assignment from FIPS?
Well thanks to a reader inquiry, I was tasked with digging deeper into the mystery of why that bodega on Seventh Ave between 11th and 12th Streets is called The Bad Wife. Sure it’s a limp dick story, and sure the Brooklyn Paper has already covered it, but still: I was hell-bent on treating it with the same journalistic gravity Anderson Cooper would that second punch in the face by a government sponsored street thug.