When you think of prison inmates, you envision desperate men milling about a confined yard, pumping iron furiously because they've nothing else to do.Then there's the minimum security country club prison in Florida, where Conrad Black is pumping a keyboard with venom.
His Lordship is a "columnist", as it were, for The Daily Beast, a website that's overflowing with news and gossip and opinions. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet, Mr. Black is able to spew bile through the ether and spout off about the vast injustices done to him. Blame Tina Brown for the whole thing.
The few left at the Chicago Sun Times, the newspaper he all but destroyed through theft, must be delighted that their former owner is now in the trenches, composing op-ed pieces and hoping that someone will read them.
They are most likely not in agreement with his opinion of Patrick Fitzgerald, the man who brought down the Black house of cards. Chances are, they don't subscribe to the notion that Mr. Black is a victim of the Fitzgerald juggernaut that bulldozed juries and muddled the unsolomonic (i.e. stupid) jurors. And they can't be happy that the website lists Mr. Black's credentials yet fails to mention that he's currently residing in a cell at the Coleman Federal Correctional Complex.
Sure a writer will always seek to write, and Conrad Black has an impressive bibliography. Those who have actually read his pieces on the website, however, wish that he would spend his time lifting weights in the prison yard rather than rattling off sentences that run to half a page of whinging.
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