The L.A. Weekly is one of those free papers that homeless people use to pad their outside bedding and pedestrians pick up to peruse the gay escort ads and if they're not near a computer, to view the movie listings.  It's suppose to be the West Coast version of the "Village Voice," but with it's shrilled, sturm and drang reporting, it can hardly be called, a must read periodical.

The major credit for the lackluster "Weekly" rest with its News Editor, Jill Stewart.  Ms. Stewart is an impressive woman, in her estimation, and has the supercilious and effrontery manner, that was once played to great acclaim, by the late Adolph Menjou. 

In June of this year, James Rainey, of the L.A. Times took Ms. Stewart to task over her ham-handed tactics and even went as far as to say:

"I don't see the Weekly regaining its equilibrium as long as Stewart remains in charge of the news section. It's likely that a new top editor will be brought in from outside.

But no one I talked to expects the bombastic Ms. Stewart to be going anywhere any time soon."

At a L.A. Press Club event to promote Chuck Todd's, "How Obama Won The Presidency," which Ms. Stewart moderated, I asked Todd and Stewart why they felt America was ready for a Black President but America's news rooms are quite sparse in color.  Listen and compare the two responses.  Is there any wonder there are so few minorities getting their hands dirty from ink, when Editors like Ms. Stewart have dismissed them as being "too few" and the ones who come across her desk as being incompetent, since corporate America's deep pockets have snapped up the "handful" of good journalist.

I haven't heard such drivel since I was an undergrad and an English Professor attempted to dissuade me from declaring English as my major.  "You know Blacks don't fare well in this department, I guess because we expect them to master proper standard English."  It's unfortunate that sentiment is still pervasive at the L.A. Weekly under Ms. Stewart's stewardship. 

I must agree with Mr. Rainey, the Weekly is destined to go the way of the typewriter and the horseless carriage, with Jill Stewart as its driver.