The imposing headquarters of The New York Times was built of glass, supposedly to highlight the fact that the august newspaper has nothing to hide. But last month, something happened there that the management would have very much preferred to go.
Dear New York Times, Karl Marx here. Thank you for the new article wishing me a happy birthday. I have to say, though, in the 135 years I’ve spent boiling in the bowels of hell — Michel Foucault and Saul Alinsky send their regards — I cannot accept the accolades you’ve provided. While th