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| - "I'm a blackstar, way up, on money, I've got game
"I see right, so wide, so open-hearted pain
"I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes
"(I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)"
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?In A Sentence
Absurdly poor excuse for a newpaper.
Quick Review
+ N/A. Wait ... no. Parking is free*. Online stories are free, although I wouldn't suggest reading any of them. (*As of the date of publishing.)
- Sherman. That lil' twerp Frederick Sherman. Who-would-ever invest in such a vile lil' creep by employing him is suspect. Suspect.
- They don't even possess the decency to act like journalists most of the time.
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Truly trash.
In fact, this rag of a paper is not even fit for trash.
One should not sully one's trash by putting this preposterous excuse for a newspaper along with used tampons, cat litter, or common toilet paper.
I would not even line a birdcage with this pathetically poor excuse for journalism. I would not read it even if it were free**. (**It is -- online -- but, one is bombarded with gaming adverts as a result.)
Lesser than garbage, it is worse than a cancer to this valley's feeble political winds. I am quite surprised they even managed to publish the Deadly Force special series; I suppose the saying goes that a broken clock is right at least twice a day. In that sense, it must have been a twice in a decade instance of the RJ getting it right*** (correct). (***They are right -- far right -- all the time.)
In terms of the RJ -- as it is known to locals -- it is permanently entrenched in the far-right all day every day, and mistakenly lands left twice a decade. During one of those rare occasions, the Metro critique was written+. (+ Right-wingers still cry about it.)
The fact that it has not been replicated speaks volumes. Boycott the RJ, and their website, and all of their advertisers. Boycott these losers until they are bankrupt. Boycott them and their evil Montgomery Burns-esque owner Sheldon Adelson.
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Firsthand customer experiences
See that check-in? I did not do so while driving by a hundred kilometres per hour on the 95. I actually went to the LVRJ HQ lair/hideout and walked inside. It is confusing as fuck -- as any evil lair would presumably be, I suppose -- therefore ...
Pro Tip: once you approach and enter through the first gate make a sharp right instead of meandering straight ahead or veering left, as would be natural to non evil-doers.
Once parked, one has to walk over railroad tracks (seriously) and around to the southern side of the edifice. (I am not certain if I am using that term correctly [I am not a legitimate professional writer {and neither is anyone here.}])
Head through the first sets of doors, make a sharp left to the receptionist.
It is there where I was seen. I saw and was seen. Is that "personal" enough?
I talked to a lady. My lens of how much I detest this cesspool probably painted my perception: she felt cold and dismissive to me. Such as, [thought bubble] you're not a billionaire clown like Adelson or Trump. What the hell do you want, Mexican-looking guy?
Maybe she was a nice old lady but I came with baggage. Shermanator baggage. It is my hypothesis that everyone absolutely hates Sherman besides Sherman and perhaps his mum.
In any case, she gave me what I came for and that was that. They're much nicer at the Las Vegas Sun (https://www.yelp.com/biz/las-vegas-sun-henderson ). It smells better over there too! (And they offer you a free print publication: and one that is actually worth reading!)
[Thought bubble] Cesspool ....
Goodbye, Review-Journa : http://knpr.org/desert-companion/2016-01/goodbye-review-journal
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Ratin : One-star, "Meh. I've experienced better."
In Memoriam
Actual Journalism
(Date Unk. - 1926 C.E.)
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