Surely this New York Post cover isn’t as unapologetically appalling as the NYC subway snuff film that graced the cover eight days ago, and this won’t get the same instinctual rebuke that cover did. But what’s up at the Post? When did they become Faces of Death? Go back to sex sells — this is ugly.
The New York Post: You hear about the deaths we were unable to stop, twelve hours after they happen. Seriously, WTF guys?
maybe one day the
people blatant idiots who read the post will upgrade to the new york times
If I was bleeding to death, I wouldn’t even want to use a copy of the Post to staunch the flow of blood.