The Korean Extortionist tightens the screws

I was flabbergasted when the Korean dude at the variety store demanded $8.20 for my Saturday Globe & Mail. That's a good bump over the $7.35 I paid last week. I've been a Globe reader forever. When I lived in the city, it used to show up at my house for two bucks a week. The Globe no longer comes to my house, and driving into town to pick it up runs $30 per week. That's not counting gas money, which doubles that again. And for that I get what? As the price increases the quality of the reportage goes only in the other direction. The journalism profession as we knew it has ceased to exist. It's no longer about telling us what's going on. It's about "narrative management."