Is the Media Liberal, Mean, or Both?

Both, but today we'll illustrate some of the pure meannes. I have attached some actual headlines, showing the meanness of the media. I am a fan of Paul McCartney's music and I was amazed at the hatred eminating from the media regarding his recent separation. I have experienced a divorce, but thankfully, I was not famous enough to receive the treatment Paul and Heather have received. Just a thought: How would you feel if you wrote dozens of hit songs and many of those titles were used against you within hours of your separation? What I have attached below is just the tip of the iceberg. God, please be with their child, Beatrice.

Gold Fields Forever

We can't work it out

Do you still need him?

McCartney, wife can't work it out

Money didn't buy him love, McCartney says

Let it Be: Sir Paul McCartney and Heather Call it Quits

Heather, Paul McCartney can't work it out

Sir Paul McCartney Can’t Buy Himself Love

Hello, Goodbye to McCartney's Marriage

McCartney, wife 'can't work it out'

Sir Paul McCartney: A man on the run

McCartney and wife: We can't work it out

Paul, you should have known better

Yesterday, a McCartney divorce seemed so far away

She's leaving home

Ex-Beatle, wife decide they can't work it out

They can't work it out

You say goodbye, and I say goodbye

Linda casts shadow over long and winding road to break-up

Oh darling … she's leaving home

They can’t work it out: Paul and Heather split

They Can't Work It Out

She Loves You. Yeah, Yeah, Right.

She's leaving home – but is it a surprise?

Money can't buy you love

Love Me Don’t

She’s leaving home . . . but will divorce net a record £200m?

Wonder how she'll manage to make ends meet

THEY CAN'T WORK IT OUT

They can't work it out: Paul McCartney, Heather Mills McCartney ...

The End: McCartney, wife call it quits

We can’t work it out: McCartneys blame split on fans, media

Short and winding road: Sir Paul, Heather separate

Love Is All You Need

Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me, When I'm 64?

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!”


May 19, 2006, 6:19 a.m.“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!”
(NEWS ITEM: The announcement of the end of Sir Paul McCartney’s marriage to wife Heather Mills has resulted in an unfortunate outbreak of really contrived “journalism.” Like this.)

Former Beatle Paul McCartney may be asking “Will You Still Need Me When I’m 64?” but as for his wife Heather, well, “She’s Leaving Home—Bye Bye”! It looks like Paul will soon be “Free As A Bird,” but is his whole life now “Helter Skelter”? Apparently, the “Long and Winding Road” leads to Divorcetown, U.S.A. Paul could try telling Heather “We Can Work It Out,” but will super-celebrity divorce lawyer Raoul Felder be telling Heather “You Know My Name—Look Up The Number”?
Undisclosed sources say one problem in the marriage was Heather’s constant requests for a foot rub to relieve her aching sole. When asked why he wouldn’t give his wife a foot rub, Sir Paul allegedly told a friend, “Hey, you “Rub Her Soul,” you brought her!”
Another source of friction between the two was Sir Paul’s inability to remember his wife’s birthday. The Cute Beatle, who is not getting any younger and who has been known to smoke a little “(What’s the New) Mary Jane,” was confused about the date and was overheard arguing with his wife: “You Say It’s Your Birthday—Well It’s My Birthday Too, Yeah!” Sadly, it was not the Former Mop Top’s birthday. “Dummy! Your birthday was “Yesterday,” Heather was overheard screaming. Sources say the confusion stems from Sir Paul’s mistaken belief that there are “Eight Days A Week” when, in fact, most experts agree there are only seven.
Is there a secret pre-nuptial agreement? Despite denials, speculation is rampant that a detailed marriage contract exists that divides up all of their property, down to the books on their bookshelves. Sources say Heather will get all the hardcovers, Sir Paul the paperbacks. This clause in the contract is known as the “Paperback Rider.”
Reaction from the average man on the street has been mixed. A Mr. Paul Parducci of Elisabeth, New Jersey, was asked about the Beatle divorce. “Look, I got problems of my own,” Mr. Parducci responded. “I own a chain of stores, kite stores. We sell nothing but kites. All kinds of kites. Maybe you’ve seen my stores? Mr. Kite? Anyway, it’s probably not the best idea for a business. First of all, it’s seasonal at best. Secondly, there’s just not a great demand for kites anymore. I don’t know, the kids today they all got that Nintendo, know what I mean. So I got my own problems. I don’t get involved with celebrity gossip—who does it benefit? It’s certainly not “For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite” I’ll tell you that!”
So, in “The End,” Sir Paul might need some “Help,” after all, it’s been “A Hard Day’s Night” in the “Octopus’s Garden,” because money “Can’t Buy Me Love”—or at least that’s what they’re saying down on “Penny Lane”—“While My Guitar Gently Weeps” all over my “Yellow Submarine.”
As for Heather—well, “She’s Got A Ticket To Ride”—a ticket to ride on “The Last Train To Clarksville,” that is.







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