Later that day, in a glorious stroke of irony, the newspaper engaged in a little peeping and trespassing of its own, splaying the South Carolina governor’s personal emails across the Internet, and, in the process, making perpetrators out of us all.
We spied on Mr. Sanford (a public figure) and his paramour (not), just as we peered in the ambulance as Michael Jackson died, just as we thumbed through his autopsy records, just as we look up our neighbors’ home prices on Zillow.
Forget swine flu; we have a Peeping Tom pandemic.
Sadly, “inquiring” minds “need” to know.