Creative loafing just laid a bunch of CP people off. They can get rid of Cherkis by saying it was by attrition, and had nothing to do with his work, which would probably make it easier for them to get rid of him.

The same with Wemple. He and Creative Loafing could save face by saying that Wemple was standing by his fired writers, his most beloved, Cherkis, and thus has no choice but to go.

So I’m betting twenty on Cherkis gone in January, and forty for Wemple gone the following whenever.

As for everyone leaving their last names, and being pussies, according to Cherkis, for not doing so, what is all of 5 feet four of Cherkis going to do to everyone here.

And isn’t that comment offensive to all the women who sign in here? To call them pussies!

You have the pretext Creative Loafing! Just the normal budget cuts?

And bring back Jessica Gould; she was o.k. They fired their one good writer.

I think we should all get a betting pool going as to how long, when, and under what circumstances Creative Loafing sticks a fork in it, and ends the Wemple era.

I am throwing down my $20 by next March or April.

Anyone else?

I think we should throw down some bets on why Wemple, et al. will go.

Will it be another Cherkis scandal? Will the next person he harass be someone here who boasts comments or will be someone’s pet in the park or a child. At least some hapless person on the street perhaps.

Will it be a Wemple covers up for Cherkis scandal? We have seen enough of those. Cherkis does it again, and Wemple doesn’t want to axe the poor guy because it promises once again never to do it again?

Will Wemple announce that he is going to edit the Twin Cities Tra la la Paper, stay a week, a la the
Village Voice, resign and announce he is coming back to the City Paper, only to have Creative Loafing tell him, er, the position is filled although we would just LOVE to have you back.

I predict it will be another Cherkis scandal, and Wemple coverup, and predict Creative Loafing sticks a fork in it by March or April. Jason Cherkis will then be handing out his music reviews on a mimeograph street around Dupont Circle.

So I’ve put down my twenty. Any other bets?

If I am the winner, I promise to take everyone else’s money and have a City Paper party to recall this halcyon era. We can read Cherkis I am too cool for everyone else cause I smoke and hang out at the Black Cat even though I am like forty something music reviews. We can read aloud the story by the mysonginist Wemple friend who boasted about sleeping around twentysomethings and how they rudely had their periods. We can read Cherkis’ rant about his landlord.

Good times for all.

Anyone else to throw down their bet?

It is not so much Jason Cherkis calls someone who posted something bad about him a “pussy” or that his development is arrested.

What would concern any ethical editor is that Cherkis in his original posting was attacking a blogger who had engaged in media criticism of him– without telling his readers as much. Common sense would tell the guy not to be using the credibility of his newspaper (albeit, a sorry assed one) to settle a personal score.

But that is what the City Paper has become all about: Cherkis’ expose of his landlord, while he was in various legal disputes with his landlord and his fellow tenants–none of which he decided to let his readers in on. Or there was the writer who was a cancer survivor who Cherkis decided to crack some cancer jokes here and there. Ha ha yuk it up the due had cancer. Of the landlord tenant lawyer who Cherkis called fat and ugly and had accused (as reported in his story) of making up quotes.

Any real editor would put an end to using a publication for such personal ends. But then the editor of the city paper is.. Erik Wemple.

The same Erik Wemple when his wife is turned down for a full time job at the Washington Post after her work is not found to be too great during a probationary period– decides to make it his life’s mission to be the Post’ foremost critic.

Creative loafing should find the right faculty advisor to some junior high paper and clean up the whole mess.

“Here’s the shorter version: My grandma drank too much ginger ale and died. Also some football happened. But I got a GREAT STORY!”

-and no first or last name here. I’m guessing super pussy?

yep.

Washington DC City Paper – which I enjoy occasionally- is one of the most poorly written WEEKLIES that I have ever read.

I cannot believe someone’s parents spent $32,ooo on room, board and tution, for four years so you could graduate to pissing contests with people who you claim “you don’t give a shit about.”

The youth in America! Hahah. Jason, you’re a Douche.

Could you please stop ruining the City Paper? Your writing is shit. Your econoculture blog is crap. You are shit. Your are tiny, cock sucking piece of shit. Fuck you.
Thank you kindly,
Jorge Lima