For, you see, it was not enough that the fates had chased the Inky and DN from their old home on Broad Street, only to have the new owner, Bart Blatstein, eye up the location as a potential casino destination. But now, in their new home at 8th and Market, there exists the possibility that newspaper staff could well look out their windows one day, only to find a casino where the Disney Hole used to be. Now, to paraphrase Depeche Mode, we don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors, but we think that God’s got a sick sense of humor, and when we die, we expect to hear him say, “DUHHHH, the whole casino thing was a metaphor for how everyone should have taken the buyouts sooner! You know, like Kenny Rogers you-gotta-know-when-to-fold-’em? Christ. I don’t know why I even bother.”
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