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Perhaps you, like us, read the Post’s lengthy interview with fake fireman/sexual assailant Peter Braunstein this past weekend, in which he expresses regret about not killing his ex-girlfriend Jane Larkworthy and details a murder fantasy about New York reporter Vanessa Grigoriadis? And perhaps you, like us, asked yourself this: Isn’t it kind of weird and creepy that the Post sent a reporter to spend three days at the Clinton Correctional Facility indulging the murderous woman-hating fantasies of an avowed psycho? And isn’t it kind of strange and sick-making that they named the people he fantasizes about killing and furthermore put them in big puffy pull quotes? Wouldn’t it be awful, if you were one of those people, to read someone’s death fantasy about you in the paper?
And finally, of particular interest to us: Isn’t this the paper that recently allowed a reporter to air his own weird rape fantasy about Grigoriadis? We decided to ignore that at the time, since it was such an obvious and egregious error in judgment. (One which others were happy to point out rather forcefully.) Since there’s no news hook to the most recent story (Braunstein is two years into his prison sentence which is scheduled to last another sixteen), we can only assume they’re just exploiting the gruesome details for shock value. Which, well, duh, it’s the Post; there’s a reason people spend 25 cents on it. But at this point, we have to wonder if the Post’s editors have spent so long playing up to their rough-hewn, hard-drinking image that they’ve lost all sense of perspective.
