Time was, all a hard-bitten mustelid needed to get the news out was a phone, a typewriter, several million in investment capital, an editorial staff, a dozen typesetters and a printing press the size of the Hoover Dam. Well, I’m here to tell you, those simple days are gone for good.
But never fear, old Stoaty has his nose to the grapevine and his ear to the wall. When that train leaves the runway, this little mustela frenata intends to own a piece of it. With bells on!
So, tune up the fiddle and let’s ride!