Here is the problem with the man and his plan.
He preaches local. Local government. Local entertainment. Local sports. He, traditionally, makes his first wave of cutbacks on the national and foreign scale. Editors go. Reporters in Washington and abroad are gone under the leadership bellows of local, local, local.
When his papers begin to lose readership and advertising the next phase follows. Having lopped off any presence outside the immediate circulation area of the paper, there is only one place to turn. Local. He reduces the number of boots on the ground.
Now, he's left with a diminished daily product. His papers then share with other local holdings. The reader is left with zero enterprise, no national or foreign coverage, and a local staff spread extremely thin. Employee burnout high. Employee morale low.
I've seen the man in operation for 30 years. I worked for him for nearly six years. It's the same dance.
I've posted before how upsetting it is for me to watch him as he becomes some sort of media dignitary. He's not. He's not even close. He's spent three decades robbing and pillaging an industry that serves the public. Name me one paper that is a stronger institution after his assumption of control.
He is a leech. A brigand. A man that has risen to power on the backs of underpaid employees and at the sacrifice of thousands of careers.
His ways will continue. They will continue until the day his lenders come calling. Then, after that last reduction has been made, he will sell. Piece by piece. Piece by piece.
He showed up to Otis Chandler's funeral. I could just see Otis flipping him off from the casket. He's no Otis. He's no Graham. No Bancroft. No Sulzberger. Not even Ridder or McClatchy. He's a contemptable schmuck. Dignitary my ass.