He wasn't sure what his next financial move might be. It sure as hell wouldn't be running sales at his chain of Gristedes, one of the more over-priced of the shabby supermarkets in Manhattan.
"Johnny Cats" (the name of a cat litter as well) ran for mayor, losing to a load called Lhota, who in turn lost to political hack Bill De Blah-blah-blah.
The formerly sad sack of shiskebab has perked up at the notion of buying one of the three major newspapers in town.
These days The Daily News is just about as classy as Catsimatidis (who might classily call himself "Cats On My Titties.")
You know the Daily News. William Shatner didn't fly back to California fast enough, so they headlined him: "A Shat Head."
And, speaking of "Shat," this is the same newspaper that Photoshopped a picture of Paul Vallone with horse shit on him. That's keepin' it classy, isn't it?
Mort Zuckerman is losing some $20 million a year on The Daily News. I wonder if that figure has gone up since he stopped being concerned with important issues, and instead left the front page to the Kardashians, William Shatner, and a pathological interest in keeping carriage horses plodding through Central Park.
At one time, Morty at least knocked out a fiery editorial in support of Israel, and a few of his reporters covered something besides Miley Virus's uncovered twerk-zone.
Now that people seem to only buy The Daily News to have something for the bottom of the bird cage, in comes bottom feeder Catsimatidis.
Who knows what would become of The Daily News if this power-mad oaf took over. The voters said no to a guy who can't sell a can of tuna at a reasonable price. The voters didn't think the city bureaucracy would be helped by bringing in a guy who wouldn't sell a bottle of seltzer on sale without making customers sign up for a plastic courtesy card first.
"Cats On My Titties" now wants to control one of the newspapers. Just because The Daily News is only good for wrapping fish heads is no reason for THIS tugboat to barge in.
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