Sunday, November 25, 2007

Happy Holidays from the Queens Ledge

7 comments:

ken said...

it spells "Queer" now, which is appropriate as a lot of "odd" and "strange" things are to be found in the newspaper, like spelling errors and articles that read like ads.

Taxpayer said...

This location is so blighted that it is now eligible for eminent domain.

The proceeds can be used to pay all the employees whose Social Security payments were not forwarded to the feds. And, a lot of other unpaid bills could finally be paid.

But, in all charity, Sanchez cannot be faulted; he is probably too illiterate to recognize what the banner now says.

How else explain such an illiterate rag he peddles?

verdi said...

Maybe this is a precursor of the "newspaper"
about to fall on hard times.

Anonymous said...

But it is the classic image branding all the Queens weeklies, now, doesn't it?

Ah, that the great unwashed could get on this blog.

So many people getting so much garbage from these bums under the rubic of 'news.' What a betrayal of the public trust.

I weep for Queens.

Anonymous said...

Lovely signage. I'm sure Mr. Sanchez THINKS it spells Queens Ledger. He and his staff have zero knowledge of spelling or grammar. Maybe he should hire a proofreader to scan his paper before he publishes his latest edition. Problem is, he pays his employees a miserly salary when he can afford to -- and that's not often. Replace this rag with a real newspaper.

Anonymous said...

"So many people getting so much garbage from these bums under the rubic of 'news.' What a betrayal of the public trust."

The other comments posted before that one seem to be insulting the owner of The Queens Ledger, and that's cool. But this one, unless I'm mistaken (and please tell me if I am) appears to be insulting the staff writers, calling them all "bums."

I just want to know, for the sake of clarity: Are you personally attacking the writers of The Queens Ledger?

Spreading the Word said...

Mrs. Sanchez

And here's to you, Mrs. Sanchez,
Teen boys love you more than you will know.
God help you, please, Mrs. Sanchez.
Skanksville holds a place for those who play,
Hey, hey, hey

We know a lot about you from our files
We'd like to help you learn to screw yourself.
Look around you all you see are cheatin’ eyes,
Stroll around the liens until you feel at home.

And here's to you, Mrs. Sanchez,
Jesus knows more than you will know.
God help you, please, Mrs. Sanchez.
Skanksville holds a place for those who play,
Hey, hey, hey

Hide in the hiding place where everyone knows.
Put it in your panties with your “A” cup-cakes.
It's a little secret just another Sanchez affair.
Most of all you've got to do it with friends of the kids.

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Sanchez,
Teen boys love you more than you will know.
God help you, please, Mrs. Sanchez.
Skanksville holds a place for those who play,
Hey, hey, hey

Porking on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the Ledger to collect
Scream about it, shout about it
When you've got to lose
When everyone hears about this, you lose.

Where have you gone, Francis Principe,
Walter turns his empty pockets to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Sanchez.
Fighting Frank has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.