Sam Zell tells Orlando Sentinel photog: F%#k you.

Sweet. Perhaps he'll volunteer to do agate on Sunday night?

 

Who knew that puppies could fire a guy up like that. Apparently Sam Zell likes puppies.

 

He looks like talking death.

 

It turns out that I know the photographer. I've always found her to be somewhat quiet. I'm sure she was offended.

 

I haven't heard one good thing about Zell from a Tribune employee.

 

Maybe I'm naive, but I believe that if you put out a quality product, the economics will take care of itself. People still read newspapers they know they can trust, not just the ones that print pictures of puppies.

 

He (and the employees) have owned a $5 billion company for two months.
Think that summation of Zell may be a bit premature?

 

I heard he called one of the big shots in Fort Lauderdale a motherfucker, but in a good way.

 

People applauded that jackass?

By the way, he sounds sort of like Foster Brooks doing the drunk routine.

 

Emperor Palpatine wants you to do more with less.

Iraq and puppies!

 

Puppies are money in the bank. We need more cuddly puppy stories.