Don't Trust Snakes: The 18th Brumaire of Les Moonves

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“I know where I'm headed.”

ROGER THORNHILL

Thursday, June 09, 2005

The 18th Brumaire of Les Moonves

I inadvertently caught the end of CBS's new attempt to clone "The Apprentice." The role of Trump is played by Tommy Hilfiger.

The phrase "You’re fired!" is replaced by, I swear to God: "You're out of style. You’ll have to take the runway."

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