A blandishment from The Seattle Times recently displayed my way:
Here I am, slaving all day, working my fingers to the bone printing news on paper and online, and maybe you could throw a dollar our way, we're down at Pioneer Square begging for a handout and we have to hold out a tin cup just to get by, but, no, websurfing consumer, please enjoy your limited access. We'll just be over here in the corner if you need us.
Look, Times, how am I going to enjoy my limited access if you kvetch like that all the time.
Sheesh. How needy can you get?