Saturday Hotsheet at 3 a.m.
It looks like we've put you guys and gals on the squawk box just enough, because you got your Mirthala at Telemundo article at last.
But while you dum-dums are doing your hampster dance, wait a minute and consider this; why is the future of the woman always the way a blown affair really pans out? The Times is really letting the man skate here by shifting all the scrutiny to the gal.
This is so ridiculous as a one-way street. As a reporter, she could certainly be compromised in coverage, of course. But he could have been compromised, too, and in a way that affects much more: "Tony, I have a headache tonight---but I might take some Ibuprofen if you promise to start pushing for that billion dollar Affordable Housing Bond..."
Couldas and shouldas; irresponsible speculation; the woman slimed as the man rolls along; this is the elliptical language of the affair, where nobody really knows what went on but everyone feels they have license to speculate. Shame on the Times for yet more woman-bashing, yet more business as usual.
Meanwhile, down in Torrance, where there have been three police-involved shootings in the past two weeks, an officer is suing to get his job back, after a felony conviction against him was overturned. At this point, you could certainly call the TPD beleaguered.
The ratio of national to local posts at the Daily News's blog Friendly Fire is currently running about 10-1. That's not good; a bunch of locals spouting on national; that's not SoCal as billed. Reel it in a bit, folks. People are thirstier for the local; they can get national at news.google or anywhere.
Hey, what happened to Michael Ventura's Letters at 3 a.m. anyway? Don't you know? Michael moved to Austin, and it's still going down.