Oscar Wilde once quipped that the only thing worse than being talked about was not being talked about. A more contemporary version of this aphorism tells us there is no such thing as bad publicity. Lately, I’m inclined to agree – particularly after heaving a sigh of relief when I finished reading the latest article by Star-Ledger columnist Paul Mulshine. At long last, I got my big media break: he mentioned me by name and actually spelled it correctly.
Last night Paul sent me an e-mail inquiring about a statement I made in a private e-mail to Mike Doherty a couple of weeks ago. Figuring that he was working hard to get to the heart of L’Affair Bayshore, I took the time to craft a detailed explanation and even pored over old e-mails to give him insight into the dispute.
A close read of his article will reveal that he wasn’t interested in the truth so much as another dreary hatchet job and had I known or even suspected this, I’d have spared myself the trouble of a response. But hey…he spelled my name correctly and that’s all the readers need to Google my site.
Better yet, by discussing Pat Noble, Mulshine gave him more publicity than the young socialist ever could have hoped to purchase on his own. If Pat is a truly Noble socialist, he’ll send a bouquet of flowers to both Mulshine and CNJ: without them, he’d still be campaigning in total obscurity.
Best of all, Mulshine finally overcame any professional restraint and embraced his inner hack. In so doing, he will have inspired truly curious readers to do what the Star-Ledger supposedly pays him to do: investigate the matter a little more closely to discover the truth and uncover the lies.
Nicely done, Paul!