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The New York Post is the 13th-oldest newspaper published in the United States and one of several that claim to be the oldest to have been published continually as a daily, although its publication has been interrupted by labor actions.[1] Since 1976, it has been owned by Australian-born billionaire Rupert Murdoch's News Corporation and is one of the 10 largest newspapers in the United States.[2] Its editorial offices are located at 1211 Avenue of the Americas, in the New York City borough of Manhattan.

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  • Our winner tonight, Paula Froelich of the gossip section of Page Six, the entirely disreputable portion of his almost entirely disreputable “New York Post,” the paper that makes its readers every day feel like they need to shower immediately. Preparing at this hour an item about Chris Matthews and me to be run as early as tomorrow, in which, as Miss Froelich describes it, quote, "both are vying for Tim Russert‘s job. Chris at the reception for Tim‘s memorial at the Kennedy Center was overheard by several guests talking to presumably his agent about pitching NBC for the job and what he should say in the meeting with NBC execs. Keith, apparently, has threatened to quit if he doesn‘t get the job." As we mourned Tim Russert yesterday in Washington, a Pennsylvania acquaintance of Chris's came up to him and said, "You should be on the list to succeed him." Chris said he didn‘t want to be on any such list. He changed the topic immediately. He asked this Pennsylvania man, who was not his agent—no agent would be crass enough to bring up such a topic now or there—for advice on a speech Chris is to give at Gettysburg, Pa., next week -- what he should say, how should he approach it -- the speech. As for myself, not only have I never threatened to quit if I don‘t get Tim Russert‘s job, not only have I not vied for it, not only has the subject not even come up between me and anybody who will be involved in this sad task, not only did the Post make this up, not only is the very subject of Tim Russert‘s job not appropriate now, as anyone with a shadow of a heart would understand, but I don‘t even consider myself qualified for it. Would that Ms. Froelich and her boss, Richard Johnson, and his boss, Mr. Murdoch, understand just how unqualified they are for the jobs that the mistakes of fate have given them. Paula Froelich of Page Six of the “New York Post,” today‘s worst person in the world.
    • MSNBC host Keith Olbermann, in his nightly Worst Persons segment, debunking the following morning's Page Six assertions; June 19, 2008; [1]
  • [Tonight's Worst Person:] Paula Froelich, of the gossip section of Rupert Murdoch's New York Post, whose writers are divided into those who have been found taking bribes and those that have not yet been found taking bribes. As we told you last night, she made up a story about Chris Matthews and me seeking to succeed our friend, the late Tim Russert. Even as a work of fiction, it was pretty damn weak. Her fable had Chris lobbying for the job at the reception after Tim's memorial service, which not only isn't true, but which only somebody working for Rupert Murdoch would be classless and self destructive enough to do. Her hallucination had me threatening to quit if I didn't get the job, which not only isn't true but which, as I said last night, does not account for the fact that I am not qualified for Tim Russert‘s job. Mr. Froelich, however, knowingly and maliciously printed the falsehoods and has now had Bill Hoffman make something else up. He‘s another staffer at Page Six (whose writers are divided into those who have been found taking bribes and those that have not yet been found taking bribes). Mr. Hoffman was told to make something up for tomorrow‘s paper about my supposed recent diagnosis of Wittmack Eichbaum‘s Syndrome, a neurological condition in which sleep is sometimes interrupted by odd nerve sensations, usually in the limbs. Hoffman has been told to write about the sexual side effects of a new drug prescribed for the disease and to make up something about whether or not the drug is affecting me -- which gives him a hobby -- but unfortunately -- with the Post's usual dead-on inaccuracy -- has nothing to do with me, since my diagnosis was not recent. It was in the mid-1990s. And I‘ve never taken the drug he's going to be making stuff up about, tomorrow. Returning to Ms. Froelich meantime, she told an online gossip site, quote, “Perhaps, Keith, who is as infantile as he is narcissistic, should preach to his viewers about things that actually matter to them rather than himself. But then again, there are only 300,000 of them.” Actually, we had 2,202,000 viewers last night and every time you've written about me, that number has gone up. So congratulations to Paula and the Post for getting yet one more thing wrong by a factor of 1,900,000. And congratulations on the “Post's” daily circulation of nearly 725,000. Well, there has been a toilet paper shortage lately.
    • MSNBC host Keith Olbermann, in his nightly Worst Persons segment, debunking the following morning's Page Six assertions; June 20, 2008; [2]
  • Richard Johnson, editor of Murdoch's Page Six in the New York Post, [has] just been sued for 10 million dollars for defamation. In a story that has since proved to be false, Page Six identified Lynsi Smigo, fiancée of radio host Gregg "Opie" Hughes [of "Opie and Anthony"] as a women in a sex tape with a man other than Hughes. The Post based its story on one of its so-called sources named Chaunce Hayden, who is also named in the suit. Hayden later insisted he had made it clear to a Page Six "reporter" that he had never actually seen the purported tape. And the Post printed the story anyway.
    • MSNBC host Keith Olbermann, in his nightly Worst Persons segment; June 27, 2008; [3]
  • The bronze to Corynne Steindler of Page Six from Rupert Murdoch‘s rag the New York Post. ... The latest fictional story Miss Steindler has been forced to make up for tomorrow's paper, that I, "threw a fit over my train trip to Washington last week for Tim Russert‘s memorial", and that I was, "yelling at the Kennedy Center about them not having ketchup for my lunch." Two small problems, Miss Stindler: I didn't take the train to Washington last week. I went in a car, both ways, to and fro. And I didn't eat at the Kennedy Center, lunch or anything else. I ate at a restaurant at Union Station. Well, I take that back. I had a Starbucks at the Kennedy Center, but I usually don't put ketchup in my Starbucks. You guys are kind of embarrassing yourselves now.
    • MSNBC host Keith Olbermann, in his nightly Worst Persons segment; June 24, 2008; [4]
  • Here's a letter to the New York Post
    The worst piece of paper on the East Coast
    Matter of fact the whole states
    forty cents in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
    it makes no goddamn sense at all
    America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
    Here's a letter to the New York Post
    Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
    Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
    That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
    • Public Enemy, "A Letter to the New York Post", Apocalypse 91… The Enemy Strikes Black

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  1. Michael & Edward Emery, The Press and America, 7th edition, Simon & Schuster, 1992, p. 74
  2. Top 200 Newspapers by Largest Reported Circulation. Audit Bureau of Circulation (September 30, 2006). Retrieved on 2007-03-07.

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