If we all want to battle for the underdog, there are real fights to be fought in this world. Lola Cashman is not some poor defenseless lamb being slaughtered by the U2 abbatoir. If you can't tell just by the tone of the excerpts from her book and her sandbox attempts to humiliate Bono and the band with the weak ammunition she has, then you have a grudge against U2 for some reason, and everyone should remember that.
And this nonsense about Bono wanting to suppress things for political reasons -- my God, do you know nothing of the man, his track record for the last 25 years? A ridiculous contention. And there seems to be a whole lot of supposin' that these Polaroids involve band members and farm animals. Isn't it sad how unempathetic we can all be? Imagine having someone you trusted in on your inner circle activities betray your trust? Friends who took photos of you partying with your friends, goofing around, who then decided to post them on the Internet or show your parents or whatever? Forget friends even -- what if the guy who cuts your grass, who has access to your back yard, took photos of your cellulite hanging out the back of your suit while you were in the wading pool, and then posted them on the bulletin board at the neighborhood Shop Rite? You would be indifferent to that? I'm not breaking any rules of God or humanity when I get out of bed in the morning, but if some guy I trusted in my bedroom took photos of me on the way to the bathroom and passed them around, I'd make damn sure I killed him before I killed myself. And U2 are different than us because, why, they're rich? Gimme a break. If you want to make Stalin comparisons and fight the good fight against a vicious Goliath, start with PhRMA.
And biff, please be careful what you say about tough guy accountant Ossie, or else he'll come to your house and break all your pencil points...