Friday, November 24, 2023
Decades ago, I worked for the prestigious TX democratic political consulting firm of Emory, Young, and Associates. Obviously, I was an associate.
We were offices on the top floor of a bank building in Austin. Sharing the floor with George Christian and Associates. George, if you didn’t know, was LBJ’s press secretary.
One day, a Monday, actually, I was in the shared men’s room with my pal and co-worker Jim. We were in line at the urinals, peeing an incredible amount. Due to drinking all Sunday night at a fund-raiser for Ann Richards. Who did not drink.
Mr. Christian walked in, stood at the urinal, then cursed us both for being able to pee “like race horses”. While he was fighting prostate issues, which he assured us would be our curse later in life.
He cam in mid-conversation about how newspapers were libelous bastards, who did not give a damn about the truth and would publish any damn thing they wanted
After cursing us for peeing, he addresses our conversation
Boys, the press has only one job.
Sell more newspapers.
they don’t care about truth. The more lavicious and stunning the better. NO ONE buys papers for headlines about “good dog saves baby”.
they want the dirty laundry
And the newspapermen want to give it to us, and sell the papers
Never forget that - ad I have not
