telemarketing
Even at a quarter, the
New York Sun is tough sell. The paper is such a joke we don't even make it fun of it. At best, it's like an
animal shelter for unemployed New York writers. But even if it's a bizarre
Zionist vanity project, someone needs to move that paper. So it falls to the telemarketers to sell the paper's lies. A tipster sent a recording of the pitch. We've dutifully transcribed the absurd stuff, after the jump.
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