#muckrack

[nouhabelaid]

Let's Explore Media in #MENA-Exploring the Journalist-PR Professional Relationship in 2024: Findings from Muck Rack's Survey

In a rapidly evolving media landscape, understanding the preferences and challenges faced by journalists is crucial for both media professionals and public relations practitioners. Muckrack’s comprehensive survey of 1,106 journalists sheds light on the nature of journalism in 2024, providing valuable insights into the working conditions, production trends, and dynamics of media relations. Nature…

[jdunlevy]

From the archives: A roundup of old “Did you read” blog posts

I've gone back and gathered links to old Chicago Reader “Did You Read __________?” blog posts that I contributed items to from 2012 to 2016. These posts were all “authored” by “Reader staff” with attibution to the individual contributors appearing in the body text next to their contributed items. So like some other things with the top-level byline done in this way, they don't appear on individual contributors’ author archives pages.

I got the post URLs using Google Search and then wrote a PHP script pulling all the URLs from the Search results into an array and fetching each post’s headline, subheadline, and publication date, sorting it all in reverse chronological order, and then outputting a useful list of links in nice HTML for presentation on the web. It’s probably most but not all of these posts that I contributed to.

(Among possibly other things, this let me add these to my Muckrack portfolio.)

“Did You Read __________?” [snapshot in the Wayback Machine at archive.org] was a topic series—you can think of it simply as a blog—that started in January 2012 in The Bleader blog (previously “The Blog,” sort of a single-company blog network or parent blog under which individual blogs or sub-blogs existed) on chicagoreader.com that ran initially as a more-or-less daily place for Reader staff to share interesting things, usually articles, from elsewhere on the web, sort of quick-hit link sharing. It shared links to “stories that fascinate, alarm, amuse, or inspire us.”

It was the successor to “What the Reader’s Reading” [Wayback Machine snapshot], a regularly updated feed of links from early 2010 to late 2011 powered by a news-aggregation platform called Publish2 that the Creative Loafing folks were especially excited about but did actually do some cool microblogging things including tagging and categorizing content and, if I recall, also had some rudimentary social media-type features built in. Links shared this way were presented in various places on the site, especially on the Reader homepage and on section-specific posts (e.g. music-tagged links [Wayback Machine] on music posts) and on section table of contents [Wayback Machine] pages.

Later, the idea of daily “Did you read” posts as compilations of staff contributions was dropped and freelancer Kate Shepherd wrote all the posts for the rest of the series from January 2016 until it was discontinued after Valentine’s Day in February 2018—at a particularly tumultuous time in the Reader’s history.

[lindaseccaspina]

Edward Von Mudrack you Say? What Was his Story??

Old Ottawa’s past – forgotten and fond memories Bob Simpson  ·   ·  He was the musical director…no one can find him.. On Easter Sunday in 1913, Ottawa residents could dine at the New Russell hotel for a cost of $1.00 with an orchestra. Bob Simpson Looks like having music at dinner was popular. Also read-Rat–tling Stories of the Russell Hotel So who was Edward Von Mudrack? Seems he was…

[unaturalhistory]

My albums selection for the next week:

Pere Ubu – Dub Housing

Negativland – Negativconcertland

Habak – Un minoto de obscuridad no nos volverá ciegos

Fensch Industrial Orkestra - Le Pilon

Joy Division – Still

Jac Berrocal - Boite Boite

Crass – Yes Sir, I Will.

Like Weeds – Bog Standard

Jesu – Jesu

Ministry – Animositisomina

[mubthemoff]

Reposted because I like this a lot actually

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ONE ON REPORTER," Hamilton Spectator. November 26, 1913. Page 14. --- Montreal Second-hand Dealer Hits Back at Newspaperman ---- Montreal, Nov. 26. In the recorder's court offices to-day, A. Galley took out a summons against J. Vernon Mackenzie, a local reporter, charging him with having carried a revolver without having first secured a permit to do so. Mackenzie is the man who a few days ago, laid two complaints against Galley, keeper of a second-hand store, alleging that Galley sold him a revolver, though he, as purchaser, had no permit to procure such a weapon. An additional charge had it that Galley had failed to keep a record of the sale, this being another contravention of certain amended article of the criminal code. Galley, his complaint points out, claims that if, as MacKenzie himself states, he had no permit to procure a revolver, he was himself in contravention of the law at the very time when he laid the complaints against the second-hand store keeper.

The actions are the result of a campaign against carrying firearms, following the numerous "gunmen" episodes of the past fortnight.

[kurtsascot]

question for klainenation:

how can we encourage ppl to share their opinions in the tags of klainepolls? what do you guys want to see? we have the Sue Awards but…. is there anything else we can do to invoke passion…..

[ross-hollander]

The exercise was found...

...in Star League stratagem guides, explained as a fighting retreat drill. A poorly executed withdrawal could become a disastrous rout. Thus, in this exercise, a force equipped with minimal infantry elements and only UrbanMechs had to defend against an advancing attacker. Records show it didn't have much time between its inception and the Amaris Civil War to actually be carried out.

But, ever since its discovery by a hobbyist-historian in 3130, it was pitched as a concept for some kind of convention event. In 3138, the first Operation URBANSTORM was held, taking place in the territory of the Capellan Confederation, with a simple premise: a free-for-all simulated battle, with the stipulation that all contestants could use UrbanMechs and only UrbanMechs. The first year already had nearly thirty pilots enter, some from as far as the Concordat, and the operation was carried out with a great amount of training paint rounds and all the gravity of a Nerf war or cardboard tube battle.

URBANSTORM is now into its twentieth year, and has since expanded to allow other models, although all entrants are reviewed by a panel of judges to ensure they would not outcompete a stock Urbie. (The victors of the last free-for-all lance-on-lance were a jury-rigged combat-capable Powerman and Muckracker, an Ostscout IIC, and their mandatory UrbanMech.) The tourism dollars from hosting the competitors have led to significant dispute on which world gets to host it.

[waitformethistime]

Alternate s2 where Kurt and Sam kiss during 'Spin the Bottle' at Rachel's party (Blaine and Rachel still happens), but now Sam has to deal with the fact that he liked it a little too much and realize that maybe his hurt at Kurt pushing him away in 'Duets' had something more behind it.

Meanwhile, Kurt (who's self esteem is already in the pits) has to deal with the fact that even the one out gay dude he knows would rather attempt to date a girl than him and that stings quite a lot (wish we'd delved into that more), but also had his second kiss with a dude be Sam and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined it at some point before that party.

Sam does try to ask him out because of the party. "idk if I'm gay but the kiss felt really nice" but Kurt kinda freaks out a little because it's all just too similar to what's going on with Blaine ("You were drunk, Sam, of course it felt good.") and he's just so frustrated because it seems like no one is taking him seriously and unlike Blaine and Sam, he doesn't get the luxury of holding hands with a girl like a normal guy and having people believe it. it's not a game to him.

It's not until shit hits the fan in Rumours and Sam gets inadvertently outed by the Muckracker that Sam's like "look I'm stone cold sober now, it's been months since that party, and I really want you to give me a chance" because he's basically been dragged along with everyone else's bidding the whole year and he didn't even get to process his own sexuality before everyone treated him like the town pariah so he might as well just do what he wants at this point.

And what he wants is Kurt.

And they live happily ever after, amen.

(Also, Kurt never gets with Blaine because after Rachelgate, he realized he loved the idea of Blaine more than the boy himself and rejects him later.)

[siryouarebeingmocked]

Ah, yes, the real problem when a muckracking tabloid journalist implied Dumbledore was a pedo teacher was the “gay” part. 

Not the part where it was a blatant, horrible lie told to sell papers that could’ve ruined his reputation.

The gay part.

Honestly, I’m not even sure the public knew Dumbledore was gay at that point. If not, this argument is even stupider.

[grantmentis]

are there good journalists on the woho beat you'd recommend?

Sadly a big problem we have is that a lot of very good reporters end up not being able to stay in womens hockey for a long time because a lot of outlets haven’t had a dedicated space for it, and so much is changing, but here is who I think is the best that are consistently on in no order

Here are my recommendations!

Erica Ayala and her outlet Black Rosie Media I think is THE standard in women’s hockey. Ayala had done bylines for women’s hockey in various outlets and also appeared on a few different locked on networks which can be found in muckrack here

The Ice Garden is the longest running women’s hockey blog. It’s a rotating cast and I like some authors way more than others but I think if you’re just looking for start and probably has the most extensive coverage. It’s one of the only sources to get English language coverage of international league play and a lot of times players or former players will guess write. I am also a fan of the analytical work that An Nguyen has done, for example this article. Some stuff is paywalled, some isn’t, some is paywalled then becomes available later.

Kyle Cushman has recently been on the PWHL beat specifically, including some more long form / deeper look articles as well as being at practices with information, and I’ve enjoyed his work. He mainly writes for The Score

Christine Roger of Radio Canada is probably the main French Canadian reporter for the PWHL and team Canada

Hailey Salvian of The Athletic is usually pretty credible, tho it’s very clear that she is very careful not to be critical of her inside sources in the PWHL and I think had sometimes been a little bit of a PR arm she’s not going to say something straight up false or anything and is pretty in line with hockey reporters on that stuff. That said the athletic is usually paywalled and I really do not like the athletic as a paper overall just from a “owned by the New York times who is constantly spreading transphobic misinfo.” But if you just follow her socials and stuff you’ll get the breaking news and she’s usually accurate there.

Not a journalist but if you’re just looking for an aggregate of roster transactions and rumors pwhlreport on most platforms will do that for you, I’d say they’re accurate a solid 85% of the time and it’s little opinions or anything just who what when where and why

More statistical analysis than news but I enjoy Giants in the Crease for all things goaltenders and appreciate that they do a good job with the ncaa and international goalies as well

Women’s sports highlights on twitter will get you literally every single women’s hockey highlight from every tournament ever I swear it rules. Unfortunately am unsure if they’re on other platforms

I don’t think he’ll be writing anytime soon because of his new job, but if you want to get into the data world, the PWHL Montreal director of analytics Mikael Nahabedian has a substack page

EDIT: Karissa Donkin of CBC is a recent addition to the best I’ve enjoyed!

These are just some I like that I think do a good job of keeping it straight. Unfortunately I am limited by my own language barrier and haven’t found really anyone consistently covering the SDHL or other leagues in the English language that I’ve enjoyed, but if any of my followed from other countries have their own writers who I may be missing because of this language barrier please share

[shituationist]

I have some more scalawag posts in the works, including articles about civil war unionism in Louisiana, oil spills in Caddo parish which local news dropped the ball on, and the ongoing squatters struggle in shreveport. Now that my job fired me, I'll have time to dedicate to political troublemaking, but I have no funds and no budget.

If you wanna help out, toss a few bucks my way on ko-fi. It would motivate me to muckrack and help me land on my feet as I simultaneously look for work.

[antoine-roquentin]

This series is about something, maybe assassination, identity, and mass politics. The previous part, Part 3, is here.

Almost nobody remembers Ramparts anymore. The 1962-1975 magazine was a mainstay on newsstands with its glossy covers and sensationalism, and yet inside was a type of investigative muckracking journalism more in common with Mother Jones or Counterpunch (both of whom it helped spawn) than the tabloids it stood with. Its story is an effusive narrative with a star-studded cast, featuring early works from virtually everybody well known on the left today as well as people famous for writing in its heyday who have fallen by the wayside. It’s really not a tale that can be told as a one paragraph pitch, because it happens to have a load of complexity. Ramparts reflected an America in transition between an old idea of multiculturalism as a progressive force to put Protestants, Catholics, and Jews onto an equal footing into a new one to negotiate whether black people and other minorities would be integrated into the management of America’s global empire, work together to overthrow it, or be mutilated by an apartheid regime in freefall. It also showcases the role of insurgency, especially symbolism, and counterinsurgency, especially intelligence, in the management of that global empire at home and abroad.

The magazine began the way many failed dreams do: a moralizing Catholic who inherited a small fortune from his parents. Real estate lawyer Edward Michael Keating had been born to a poor woman and grew up in orphanages when he was suddenly adopted by a millionaire who he’d always suspected was his biological father, too ashamed to keep him until he was too ashamed to not. He married Helen English, another millionaire whose parents died young which meant he got their money. Flush with cash and guilt, he decided he would found a left wing Catholic magazine. America was dominated by a conservative bloc of Catholics: the most powerful American Catholic was Cardinal Spellman of New York. He had agitated for an American invasion since the French defeat in 1954 and worked with the CIA to defeat Juan Bosch in the Dominican Republic in 1965. Keating was an idealist. He published Ramparts chock-full of the ramblings of every heterodox Catholic in the country (an early review compared it to a middle school girls’ poetry rag), but also with reports from prominent liberal Catholics like Thomas Merton, a hippie monk who wanted to bring Buddhist practices into the church, and John Howard Griffin, a white guy who painted himself black and toured the south as an undercover journalist. Their advocacy of black civil rights kept them from mainstream American Catholicism, but they found a voice in Keating.

This attracted left wing radicals to a magazine which had a rich donor willing to back any odd idea they’d have, who was more dedicated to exposing America’s hypocrisies than in dealing with his own. Perhaps the most important figure here was Warren Hinckle, a Catholic who got on Keating’s good side by being devil’s advocate in print to prominent Catholic figures and who brought credence by having worked for an actual newspaper, the San Francisco Chronicle. He had done a stint in Oakland and learned how the police treated black people (”the loss of a white life had more news value than the loss of a black life”). Hinckle was a hard drinker who loved thumbing his nose at every piety he could, which made him an antagonist of everything from the national intelligence establishment to good manners. However, he still attended mass weekly, the same as virtually every lapsed Catholic did in those days because the center of virtually all American social life at the time was at places of worship, something definitively not true nowadays.

Hinckle’s tactics at selling magazines were what made him permanent as the  editor. When German playwright Rolf Hochhuth wrote a play criticizing Pope Pius XII’s role in the Holocaust, Keating and Hinckle both thought it was shit privately. However, Hinckle overheard famed muckracking journalist I.F. Stone’s sister Judy on the phone unable to sell an interview with Hochhuth, he convinced Keating to run it alongside a defense of the play. Moreover, Hinckle decided to promote it with a press conference at the Waldorf Astoria in New York. He phoned every newspaper and magazine in the city to promote it including Bedside Nurse, Detergent Age, Professional Barber, and the Jewish Braille Review, offering free danishes and bloody marys. When the press came and Keating began to orate, both were enthralled at the attention they received. Hinckle followed this up with a story purported to name the murderers of 3 civil rights workers in Alabama that never emerged, a story featuring graphic pictures of white police beating black men during Harlem riots, and a picture of swear words under an image of Christ. Merton cautioned the two over the sensationalism, but they continued to publish their work because it sold and got them attention.

It also got them funders. Jessica Mitford, the heir of a British lord who had joined the American Communist Party, was one of many rich left wing ideologues who liked the mag’s bent and could use some of the ad space (her own story is pretty incredible). Others were businessmen for whom the bargain bin rate outweighed the salaciousness. Hinckle’s prowess at negotiations always made it seem like he was doing the investor a favour, despite them having to sign a waiver indicating sound mind after seeing the accounting sheets. Income never came close to outweighing expenses given the predilection for expensive stunts, the need to come up with in-depth investigative journalism, or the sheer amount of expenses Hinckle and others were willing to charge. With creative accounting, however, Ramparts never had to resort to printing on cheap “butcher paper” without colour illustrations like other leftist mags until the end of the 60s.

This marked the shift away from explicit Catholicism to leftism, shifting some control out of Keating’s hands and allowing them to hire white people from other religions. Two key hires at the end of 64 and beginning of 65 were Jews. Dugald Stermer was a graphic designer with no leftist credentials to speak of. He was given control of the entire magazine’s look every month and designed most of the covers himself, and his talent became much of the reason for Ramparts’ continued success. For decades after, magazines like Rolling Stone, Mother Jones, and the Nation based their work on his. The second was Robert Scheer. A New York red diaper baby, his formative years were spent in CCNY arguing with other Jews about left wing economics. Bearded and long-haired before it was cool, his academic career was derailed by a trip to Cuba where he met with Che, killing his job at Princeton and forcing him into the ghettos of left wing journalism. Scheer’s first article with Ramparts was in January 1965, in an issue focused on the Vietnam War. Keating had managed to get the magazine an interview with his old college roommate, a senator from Idaho who had come out against the war named Frank Church (later of the Church Committee). Scheer critiqued the work of prominent Catholic supporter of the war Thomas Dooley with his own experiences, having travelled to Vietnam in 63. His article had come as a result of his girlfriend meeting Hinckle’s wife. Before he could be hired, a sitdown was necessary between Keating and Scheer. It occurred at a restaurant where the waitresses were topless. Keating, ever the moral conscience of Ramparts, did not like the experience, saying “It didn’t seem safe to serve hot food that way“. Scheer rose quickly because he was one of the few people on the staff who had foreign policy knowledge and was willing to fly to the places he discussed to do research. By October, he was “Foreign Editor”, his hands on every Vietnam War piece published. He also had other beats: in 1966, during the Reagan campaign for California governor, he was tasked with getting an in person interview. Scheer fell asleep in a chair in a hotel room waiting for him to show up, and woke to Reagan pulling up his pants, apparently not having noticed Scheer. That month, October 1966, he was “Managing Editor”.

There were other important early hires. WASP Adam Hochschild, later founder of Mother Jones Magazine and author of King Leopold’s Ghosts, was motivated by what he had seen on a stint working for an anti-apartheid publication in South Africa as well as the assassination of Patrice Lumumba. He depicted Ramparts’ offices as a madhouse. Hinckle’s pet monkey, named after the owner of Time Magazine and long-time CIA friend Henry Luce, was allowed to wander the halls freely but tended to travel in the company of its owner. One day, a television crew from a foreign country would be in filming a documentary. The next, a leftist luminary would be in toting drugs or guns, like Malcolm X’s widow Betty Shabazz, who had 12 armed bodyguards with her, or Hinckle’s protege Hunter S. Thompson, who brought a backpack filled with illicit substances that Luce promptly broke into and pilfered from. Hinckle rarely did anything without lunch at a restaurant, where he would consume a dozen scotches without showing any sign of inebriation. One of his favourites was a cop bar he’d found on his old beat, where he’d pick up tips as to what was going on in the city. Often, he’d come up with a new business plan on the fly, only to balk when he realized the cost. Scheer would press him on it, “What’s the matter? Got no guts?” Scheer disliked the cop bar since there wasn’t enough women to hit on.

Reese Erlich later won a Peabody, worked for NPR and Vice, and published books on Iraq, Syria, and Iran in the 2000s. He was part of the Oakland Seven on trial for anti-war protests. Their successful lawyer later defended Huey Newton and Jim Jones. He was hired along with his girlfriend as part-time office assistants. At one point, Hinckle told them to drive him to the airport. He pulled them into a bar despite them being underage. The bartender, knowing Hinckle, immediately set up 15 vodka screwdrivers. Hinckle drank them all and missed his flight. Erlich later had an article where he interviewed a co-defendant. The cover was a picture of Stermer’s child waving a Vietcong flag.

Ralph Gleason, a jazz reviewer at the Chronicle, was poached by Hinckle for music columns. He later met a young man named Jann Wenner at a concert and pulled him in as a rock columnist for the abortive glossy spinoff Sunday Ramparts. Wenner ended up marrying a young copy editor he’d met at the magazine named Jane Schindelheim. When Hinckle published an article on the Haight-Ashbury drug scene calling the hippie movement fascist, Gleason left in protest, and Wenner followed him. Stermer allowed them to take his design for their new magazine, Rolling Stone. Hinckle himself had picked up the term “hippie” from his conversations with his friend, noted San Fran columnist Herb Caen.

Perhaps the biggest hire was Ramparts’ first black writer. Keating’s friend Beverly Axelrod, a lawyer, sent him the writings of a client she had taken on. He’d been in the market for an attorney after a conviction for attempted murder and hoped to pay for one with money from a writing career he wanted to start. His work covered the American prison system, colonialism, and race in a visceral style with an elevated vocabulary that excited its highbrow white promoters. Keating in turn committed himself to getting Eldridge Cleaver, the future information minister of the Black Panther Party, out of prison for October 1966. Cleaver’s first article, behind a June 1966 cover featuring Cesar Chavez, was not actually about the prison system but rather was a critique of James Baldwin, whose own critique of Richard Wright he’d read in prison. Wright, the future founder of the CIA cutout group AMSAC mentioned in the last part, had written a book about a violent black criminal which focused on condemning the society that made him just as much called Native Son. Baldwin attacked the book for its portrayal of a violent criminal as the only thing a black man could become in a sick society like America. Cleaver, clearly seeing himself in the figure, in turn attacked Baldwin for being a homosexual who hated strong men. This masculine streak in Cleaver, who  refused to refer to a woman at the magazine who hadn’t taken her husband’s last name with anything but a derogatory nickname he’d come up with, was probably what attracted Huey Newton to him and made their ultimate fight so much more acrimonious, as well as contributing to Cleaver’s conversion to Reaganism in his later years.

Ramparts was a hit-based magazine and needed a hot new story for every month. July 1965 was an interview with Hugh Hefner. It featured a foldout, but rather than a woman, they had Hefner himself (Keating turned his office into an imitation of Hefner’s after it hit newsstands). November was an attack on Reagan’s new autobiography penned by Mitford, anticipating his decision to run for governor. February 1966 was a special forces officer, Donald Duncan, who’d turned against the war and was attacking the CIA as its secret puppet master. But it was the April cover piece, readable here, that ultimately caused the CIA to assemble almost 400 separate dossiers on anybody who had anything to do with the magazine. A Michigan State University economics professor named Stanley Sheinbaum had been involved with a project to build the South Vietnamese government with secret support from the Agency. In secret, professors and students trained Vietnamese cops in fingerprinting, assisted Finance Ministry officials in accounting, and wrote the constitution from scratch for class credit. Concealed among them were CIA officers employed as MSU faculty engaged in torture and assassination, some of which Sheinbaum witnessed. The staff were sworn to secrecy except for Sheinbaum by clerical oversight, allowing him to tell his story. By April 18, the CIA had sprung into action. Director Raborn ordered an immediate file on the major staff members and a two month followup to identify every investor. This was technically illegal by dint of the 1947 law that created the CIA and banned it from spying on Americans, but the Agency had never actually adhered to that law anyways. It meant that the staff’s phones were under permanent wiretaps and virtually all of them would be audited yearly by the IRS. In July, the FBI followed suit, calling the magazine an agent of the Soviet Union. Both would engage in repressive action against Ramparts under the guise of COINTELPRO and MHCHAOS, illustrated by FBI man William Turner.

Turner was a 10 year Bureau veteran (Catholic, like most) who had become disillusioned after hearing Hoover call MLK “the most notorious liar in the country”. He was picked up by Ramparts, his first piece a critique of the FBI for a lack of convictions in attacks on civil rights campaigners. Turner became Ramparts’ muscle man, adding to stories through information gained from his connections with law enforcement across the country and helping to make lower level government investigations back off. Not long after he was hired, Turner was invited to the first of many parties at the offices. Also attending was Jessica Mitford and her husband, Robert Treuhaft, a lawyer who defended black southerners from the death penalty. Turner was introduced to them and immediately stated that he already knew them from somewhere, but they were sure he didn’t. It took him a few minutes to realize that he’d been listening to wiretaps of them from long before Ramparts even existed. Later, former Beirut Chief of Station Edgar Applewhite testified “I had all sorts of dirty tricks to hurt their circulation and financing. The people running Ramparts were vulnerable to blackmail. We had awful things in mind, some of which we carried off, though Ramparts fell of its own accord. We were not in the least inhibited by the fact that the CIA had no internal security role in the United States.“ His boss at the time, Desmond Fitzgerald, after being briefed on his recommendations said that he had blood on him. Louis Dube, who had experience dealing with drug-smuggling KMT guerillas in Burma, described what they’d done as “heady shit”.

Of course, this was a magazine run by drunken, drug-addled Irish Catholics with a penchant for spending work hours in strip bars and flying across the country holding lavish press conferences with old guard media men. It’s difficult to know where the sabotage ends and the incompetence begins. After Easter weekend 1967, Turner came into the office to find it ransacked with fire extinguisher goo and broken glass everywhere and a typewriter in the toilet. After months of searching, he finally found his culprit, a GOP official who’d committed the burglary for private right wing backers and then given photocopies to the CIA. He phoned up Hinckle, who immediately confessed to being the culprit. He’d trashed the office after a late night drinking session with Gene Marine, later the author of the first book on the Black Panthers. Not so, Turner said: the man he’d found had files from Ramparts’ storage. In fact, the burglar had done what he said, but nobody noticed the mess he’d made for two whole days in the general chaos of the workplace. It was a process repeated across many leftists groups in both macro and micro before and since.

[samevans-wmu]

{ PRIVATE } Hey there, cutie. I know we have an unspoken mutual agreement that the Muckracker is about nonsense, but I just wanted to clarify that the last gossip post in particular, was also nonsense. I’m with you - only you - and I would never do anything to try and risk that. 🩷

{ PRIVATE} And here I was ready to offer to officiate yours and Dave’s wedding.

Hope you weren’t stressing when it comes to me believing that stuff. Gotta remember I’ve been mentioned a few times. I don’t get a stamp on this Muckraker card I made since I wasn’t actually named in it this go around.

[spookyc00chie]

i need to make a writing portfolio so fucking bad dude, my substack is DRIVEL and my muckrack is WELL IT'S OKAY I JUST NEED TO MAKE IT UP TO DATE