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As soon as Kirk and Callahan started exposing disgraced Boston Globe columnist Kevin Cullen’s many documented lies, the first thing I said was they’re gonna do two things to spin this:
- Frame this as a right wing attack. Because by framing this as a right-left thing they can distract from the real issue at hand – Kevin Cullen is a serial liar.
- I knew they’d also try to turn this into a “WEEI is just trying to get back at the Globe” thing as well. Which is exactly what it is, and it doesn’t really matter. The truth is the truth. The messenger of the truth does not matter, nor does the messenger’s motives.
And right on cue on Saturday…..
Kevin Cullen suspended Boston Globe columnist explains the attack on him from the right. Fintan O ' Toole on the panel noted the "delegitimizing of public service journalism," at present. @VWPickard
— Marcus Breen (@MarcusBreen1) April 21, 2018
Yup. The Globe allowed their suspended columnist to speak at a panel of journalists, and he framed the investigation into his obvious lies as an “attack from the right.” His boss at the Irish Times, Fintan O’Toole, claimed that investigating made up stories from a respected newspaper is “delegitimizing of public service journalism.” In other words, he’s protecting Kevin Cullen.
For the record, Kevin Cullen is deserving of this. He’s not some quiet guy that lied repeatedly about the Boston Marathon. He’s been outspoken against WEEI and tried to act like he’s above them. He participated in the harassment campaign of WEEI advertisers, in which the Globe labeled the station as racist without providing any sort of proof of these accusations:
— Yvonne Abraham (@GlobeAbraham) February 12, 2018
He passive-aggressively called out everyone at the station who isn’t an outspoken left leaning host, by accusing them of “open racism”:
Shirley, she does not jest.
Shirley Leung speaking truth to open racism and moronic shock talk.#MeToo, Shirley. #MeToo.
There are some good guys at EEI, including Michael Holley, Dale Arnold, Trenni K and Buck, but too many juveniles driven by ratings. https://t.co/3iJIDg6gNh
— Kevin Cullen (@GlobeCullen) February 12, 2018
No, Lou. I don’t know you and didn’t use your name in tweet and I don’t include you in my broad brush. But some of your co-workers don’t know me and attack me by name regularly on air. DM me and we can talk if you’d like. You guys broad brush the Globe regularly. So, we’re even.
— Kevin Cullen (@GlobeCullen) February 12, 2018
He’s defended his coworker Bryan Marquard, a man who was once arrested for masturbating in front of a strange woman’s doorway.
Here's Kevin Cullen honoring his friend and coworker for "writing about people you know." Something he pretends to be good at. Oh, and Bryan Marquard was once arrested for masturbating in front of a woman's door. https://t.co/VhGh2xZXGt @GerryCallahan @kirkmin pic.twitter.com/K2L2qTUKvq
— Turtleboy Sports (@TurtleboyNews) April 20, 2018
But since he says all the right things, regurgitates all the “right” talking points, and checks his white privilege….
— The Boston Globe (@BostonGlobe) February 21, 2018
He’s protected at the Globe. Even though it’s undeniable that he made many things up in just his recent columns alone. God knows what you’ll find if you go back 30 years
And right on cue the collection of washed up journalists who get paid to talk about other journalists on “Beat the Press” did exactly what we knew they would do:
“The tone of their criticism was so gleeful.”
Why wouldn’t it be gleeful? He attacked their livelihoods by going after their advertisers. He called them one of the most damaging things you can call someone in 2018 – racist.
Why wouldn’t they be gleeful? Of course if Howie Carr did this, every single fraud on that board would be just as gleeful as Kirk and Callahan are by exposing this fraud.
And they’re actually trying to say that when Kevin Cullen went on HBO and talked about how when he claimed he heard Krystel Campbell’s “death wail” he was referring to when he watched the tape at Jafar’s trial:
“WEEI edited out the part where he said he heard it on tape.”
Anyone listening to that can CLEARLY tell that his goal was to make you think he was there. Either way, some other things he’s written and said have been much more cut and dry:
- He says he knows Bill Richard personally from his “activism” in Dorchester, which was completely made up since Bill Richard was never a well known activist.
- He claims he saw Bill Richard finish the marathon, and Martin Richard run out and hug his father right before being blown up by the bomb. Except Bill Richard never ran the marathon that day and Martin Richard would never have been able to run out onto the course the finish line.
- He claims he saw an older runner in pink socks get knocked to the ground by a photographer. In reality that man, who made the front page of sports illustrated, was knocked to the ground by the sound of the bomb itself.
- He claims that his “friend” Sean O’Brien, a Boston firefighter, carried Jane Richard from the blast and then went back to look for her leg because he didn’t realize until AFTER he put her down that she had lost it. Except that’s not believable, Sean O’Brien says that he’s not friends with Cullen, and the firefighter who really did this was Lynn firefighter Matt Patterson.
- He claims that he has “second hand PTSD” from talking to so many survivors, which made him unable to eat, begin to start drinking again, and frequently led to spontaneous outbursts of crying. We can’t prove that he does’t cry a lot, or that his tears didn’t actually smudge his notepad, but we know for a fact that there’s no such thing as PTSD.
I implore you, if you haven’t read Kirk Minihane’s latest article for WEEI about Kevin Cullen, read it here. It’s one of the best written and fair assessments you’ll ever read.
When I did read him, the stories almost always struck me as too clean. It all tied together in a way that seemed unrealistic. There were characters with no last names, dialogue that seemed better served in a Dennis Lehane novel, and lots and lots of firefighters, cops and bartenders who knew Cullen well, were his buddies. This was always a theme — Cullen was one of them, one of the good guys.
Also this: Cullen cast himself as a tough guy, not afraid to fight for the truth. In his world, in his mind, the politicians hated him, the corporations hated him, he was on our side against the system.
Another Cullen staple is the idea that the government is against him, his work is so relevant and biting that someone from the AG’s office would attempt to bar him from entering a press conference. Third, the friend coming in and saving the day, but at the same time letting us know what a hard-ass Cullen is.
Kirk found an even more insane column by Cullen written just days before his recent column where he claimed “Janey” Richard waved and smiled at home before he broke down crying in the Dorchester Post parking lot:
“Years ago, when Ronald Reagan was still president, and I still had black hair, I showed up at a press conference at the attorney general’s office near the State House.
“As I was about to enter the room where all the cameras were lined up, some guy barred me at the door.
“‘Too late,’ he said, not looking me in the eye. ‘You’re too late.’
“I looked over his shoulder. Reporters were milling around. No one was at the podium.
“‘But it hasn’t even started,’ I told the guy.
“He shook his head. Folded his arms.
“Now, I was born at night but I wasn’t born in the dark. I knew what was going on. A few days earlier, I had written a story about some screw-up at the AG’s office. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. The story ran inside the paper.
“But some flunky in the AG’s office decided to do to me what Seamus the Irish Setter used to do to the roof of Mitt Romney’s car.
Across the room, I saw Charlie Austin watching the whole thing. Charlie worked for Channel 4, and I knew him pretty well from the street. He was a good guy. A real reporter.
“So Charlie comes across the room and confronts the jerk from the AG’s office and asks what the problem is.
“The jerk from the AG’s office starts fumbling some lame excuse about me being too late to get in and Charlie starts remonstrating. The jerk from the AG’s office said something about me always being late and screwing stuff up and asking stupid questions.
“‘Yeah,’ Charlie goes, ‘we know Kevin’s an [expletive], but he’s our [expletive].’
“Those, apparently, were the magic words. Because the jerk from the AG’s office just stepped aside and I walked in, high-fiving Charlie as I passed and Charlie continued to give the jerk from the AG’s office the evil eye.”
You gotta be kidding me. NONE OF THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!!
“I knew him pretty well from the street.”
The street? What street are you talking about? You’re a columnist. You’re not even a reporter. You don’t respond to fires or shootings on the “streets” You write fantasy twice a week about things that have already happened. You write these columns at the office, not “in the streets.” This is just him trying to push this image of himself an old school Boston kid, who grew up playing stickball against the rival Italian kids from Hyde Park. He’s seen so much shit over the years that he drinks to dull the pain. He’s a real man of the people, not some punk kid right out of journalism school!
Meanwhile, he’s taking the death of a guy he probably casually knew and once again using his demise as a way to insert himself into a story that has nothing to do with him. It’s all he knows how to do. This is the image Kevin Cullen wants you to imagine when you think about him:
There he is. Just an old school Boston blue collar guy drinking a pint of Guiness down at Foley’s with a couple old timers doing the crossword puzzle. His ancestors weren’t Boston brahmins. They were working class immigrants who came over here, worked in the mills, and taught him how to be street tough! He don’t need no stinkin’ computer. He’s got a typewriter in his car, buried under fast food wrappers because he’s always eating on the run, trying to be at every big story before it happens.
I’m honestly gonna start going back over his columns because I’m genuinely curious now to see just how much he’s made up. Every single person he writes about is someone he’s “known for about 20 years”
I’ve known Mikey for about 20 years. I didn’t even know he was missing. But he’s found. And Mikey’s got his groove back. https://t.co/4Q1cFnL8SO
— Kevin Cullen (@GlobeCullen) March 6, 2018
Mikey, not Mike. They’re good friends. From the streets of course.
Here’s the worst part that I’ve been saying since day one – Kevin Cullen isn’t going to lose his job. He might have if the rest of the MSM actually did their job and investigated him like Minihane was doing. But the USELESS Boston Herald has been silent, which explains why they’re going out of business. Instead they’ll be able to dismiss this as a one time lapse on the part of a distinguished and loved blue blooded Boston guy, and paint him as the victim of a right wing attack. The question is, when he returns will he still be telling these tall tales? Or will he have finally learned his lesson?