Last week prophecies were written. This week wish lists, dreams and things to anticipate.
I wish Chula Vista Patch would hurry up and stop being a rumor and become a reality. At first glance it’s probably counter-intuitive and seemingly counterproductive to want another media outlet in the same neighborhood. But that’s a myopic way of looking at things.
The South County, Chula Vista and National City specifically, deserve attention and scrutiny. More than what they already receive from this paper, La Prensa, the U-T San Diego and 10 News’ Joe Little.
For example, despite what aging natives want to believe, Chula Vista isn’t a hamlet anymore and hasn’t been for quite some time. It’s a city with tremendous potential for success and corruption. The more resources devoted to monitoring the region’s day-to-day activity the better informed the public becomes.
If and when CV Patch goes online it’ll be a welcome member of the local media and an appreciated competitor that ultimately helps us all do our job better.
Having referenced the U-T, I’m looking forward to another spectacular year from the county’s largest daily — and I mean the sort of spectacular one finds when a crazy uncle comes to dinner and throws back too many PBRs and entertains with a memorable meltdown.
Ever since Doug Manchester bought the paper it’s been tremendously entertaining watching his people work their magic with the “news” paper.
There was their inaugural New Year edition in which they proclaimed sleepy San Diego was the best city in the best nation in this and any undiscovered universes.
Then there was their subtle as concrete slippers advocacy for new development at the Port of San Diego and a Chargers stadium; their arrogant attitude toward laws and regulations, which most mortals need obey before substantially modifying their storefront operations by adding an automotive museum; and their frothy-mouthed endorsement of Carl DeMaio over Nathan Fletcher, Bob Filner and perhaps even the Buddha should he have decided to run for mayor of San Diego.
The list goes on.
The U-T under Manchester has stopped being a media outlet and become more of a circus. Considering that I can get my news from other resources I’m grateful for their turn of events. Like that crazy drunk uncle who eventually passes out and wets his pants on the driveway while wearing a football helmet, the U-T’s antics make for great local folklore.
I can’t wait to see what they do next.
