Rupert Media Whore NY Post, Beatles Chandelier Jewelery? WTF?

A big tease on the FRONT PAGE for Rupert Merde-Ox's NY POST was:

"For $150 You Can Own a Piece of the Plaza Hotel."

Huh? What?

I clicked on the photo-link to find out: This is NEWS? You mean there's an auction of some kind? The "little guy" can invest in this tourist trap and maybe get a decent return on even $150?

AH. No.

It turns out the NY Post, Media Whores that they are, were paid off in some way by some fucking publicist to run a piece on dopey knick-knacks for sale.

This was no news article, just a big "infomercial" promoting the fucking Plaza Hotel's gift shop and its latest tourist-trap gifts for sale.

The shill staffer reporting this bullshit story even dragged in The Beatles, as if for $150 your purchase somehow was related to the Fab Four.

The article goes on and on, about how some twat is making jewelry out of chandeliers, so, suckers, be sure to get over to the fucking Plaza Hotel (which I think is actually owned by Japanese or Chinese, not Americans or Brits) and waste your money.

Christ. Do you think I could make money by having a Media Whore EXPOSE site? Every day I shame some twat by showing the shilling or the plagiarism in his/her story?

Sad but true, this shit happens ALL the time. Publicists are paid to plant these idiotic stories. The editors and writers who push these puff pieces are either paid under the table, or bribed with a free dinner or something, or promised that when the publicist actually reps somebody WORTH attention, the favor will be returned.

What an idiotic story...some cocksucker glassblower is taking useless hunks of chandelier and making bracelets and rings and junk from them? SO WHAT.

And gosh, these things are made from the chandeliers that once hung over the heads of The Beatles when they stayed at the Plaza? SO WHAT!

Christ is that place a tourist trap. Aside from being no better or worse than any other hotel in that area, they trade endlessly on the minor, now dusty "fame" the name has. A kiddie book character named Eloise stayed at the Plaza. Celebrities stayed at the Plaza. Back in the late 50's and early 60's Julius Monk had sophisticated cabaret shows there with satiric songs and sketches.

It's all in the past.

You can go to the fucking gift shop and buy Plaza shit even if you aren't STAYING at the Plaza. You can walk around the lobby and sniff the ambience of a once-great era.

The most notorious "must do" about this place is the "famous high tea." Even the fucking Russian Tea Room (another overpriced tourist trap) isn't known for "high tea."

For wayyy to much money, you sit in a vary grandiose and huge ballroom while waiters bring around little carts. Yes, you get "high tea" in assorted flavors and, oh my, FINGER SANDWICHES.

It's like a little slice of the U.K., isn't it? Supposedly it is, because it's "high tea" and you can raise a pinky while nibbling on small, crustless cucumber and parsley sandwiches and other idiotic items.

The ambience, the piddling food, the silly tea...it makes for, at best, an "experience." But considering the price, it's not all that rewarding. The staff keep their noses in the air, and you certainly get an idea of what it's like to be a among the pompous, time-wasting money-wasting dukes of earl. But you also know that it's all a phony show, and that most of the morons around you are just half-wit tourists who know they're being fleeced but are on holiday and don't really care.

Yeah, and next, they lah-dee-dah out the doors of The Plaza, and walk across the street where they find some Irish drunk in a ridiculous red suit who'll guide them into his horse-drawn carriage and charge them a ton of money so they can glance around Central Park, listen to nigga boombox music, and get the occasional whiff of manure.

Jolly good show. What would you prefer for a souvenir, a ridiculous bauble carved out of an old chandelier, or a handful of horse shit?