You want to play hardball? We can play hardball.
Mike Barnicle, late of the Boston Globe, wrote a final article explaining his view of the circumstances of his firing, as well as to say goodbye to his readers. When the editor declined to publish it, Barnicle and his wife scrambled to liquidate enough money to submit it in the form of a full-page ad. Again, the editor delined to print it.
Still, Barnicle had a fallback position. A famous person with more than a few fans, he had enough clout to work his way onto some of the talking head programs on television. Describing his ordeal during and following his ultimate departure from journalism, he commented simply on his professional demise: "I don't own a printing press."
There are ways, and there are ways. There are letters that strive to be read, opinions that deserve to be shared. Perspective far outweighs any ego-driven need for credit. If access to the public requires the use of a pseudonym, so be it. It can - and has - been done. The success of my venture will expose your shoddy tactics. When that ugly c-word rears it insidious head, unscrupulous power must be dissipated.
Sometimes, if not always, truth transcends proof. Thank you for making the world just a little bit sh...uh, more corrupt, than it already was.