There is a local "newspaper" in the town I live in.  It owns several 
small town papers in this area.  It is to news what B.O. is to 
leadership.  Technically, it is what is described as, in reality-not so 
much.  The views of the owner are screamed from every page that trumpets
 b.o.'s successes (few that they are) and decries every mean, awful, 
Republican for taking the food from babies' mouths.
Some years 
back this town had a strike at one of the foundries.  In 1999, they 
couldn't make it on an hourly wage of around $15.00 plus insurance and 
other benefits.  They wanted more salary, plus they wanted the foundry 
to pay more of their insurance premiums.  The foundry said no.  The 
union voted and went on strike. These people who had been making $15.00 
-$19.00 an hour were immediately eligible for food stamps and a host of 
other benefits.  I guess it was hard to save anything away when you are 
bringing home $680.00 a week before over time.  So, long story shorter- 
the union voted to strike and the newspaper (whose son worked at the 
foundry) backed them up one hundred percent.  Stories of unsafe 
practices were printed.  Horror stories from workers who didn't feel 
safe emerged.  The "newspaper" printed every one of them, every day for 
weeks.
Then, one day, a driver was delivering something to this 
foundry.  He had no dog in the fight, so to speak.  He was simply trying
 to earn his living by doing what he was paid to do.  The 
striking workers hauled him from his truck and beat him so severely that
 he almost died.  He lost the sight of one eye and all of it was because
 he was doing his job, and some jerks thought that he shouldn't be able 
to earn a living if they didn't want to earn one.  Two people went to 
jail, not that you would have known from the local "news" paper.  The 
foundry in question closed its doors and relocated to another facility. 
Three hundred people went from making $15.00 to $19.00 dollars an hour 
to making $10.00 at the new facility. Go union.  The paper made not a 
peep about the causes, only lamented the end of the foundry.  What did 
they think would happen?
Fast forward to this week: I got an email
 from someone who had received a mailing from a car dealership.  The 
mailing said that this person was guaranteed to win a prize for 
coming in to discuss the vehicles that were for sale.  The prizes were 
10k, a couple of ipod minis, $350, a gift card, or $150.  Every one won 
the gift card.
When this person went to the web site relating to 
this gift card, what they found was a scam.  ShoppingCardStore.com is 
the provider of the "prize" that all of these people won.  It is filled 
with third rate merchandise, and the kicker is- when you have completed 
you shopping spree- you are on the hook for the shipping charges.  Of 
course, these shipping charges can't be paid with the shopping card-they
 must be paid with a debit or credit card. Can you see the scam yet?
So-
 the person who contacted me had called this car dealership to 
complain.  The dealership basically blew them off.  First, the story was
 that the promotion came to try and drive in more used cars.  Then the 
story evolved to perhaps the person in charge didn't do enough due 
diligence.  Finally, the dealership offered a car detail and an oil 
change (retail value: $12.00) to make it all go away.  This person 
politely declined.
When a letter to the editor was submitted, the
 local paper said that they couldn't print it because it mentioned the 
local business by name (who just so happens to bill thousands of dollars
 in advertising with the paper) and suggested they try the BBB.
So
 in irritation- I was sent an email.  I did thirty minutes of 
investigation and found out more in that half an hour than the newspaper
 was willing to try and find.  They won't have to worry about a Pulitzer
 Prize, that's for sure.  So the point of this (believe it or not) is to
 be very careful when you are reading your local small town paper.  It's
 not just what they print- it's also what they leave out.  Think about it, you'll thank me later.
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