  5 PR Lessons We Can All Learn from Maury   For the past couple
of months, I’ve been battling severe bronchitis. My lungs were
on fire. My throat was closed shut. My voice was gone for weeks.
And I was about as productive as Congress on a deadline.  To
wit, I was forced to catch up on binge viewing and some trashy
TV. As I was filling my body full of enough drugs to make Rob
Ford jealous and filling my body my all sorts of trash, I was
enjoying just watching dregs of society looking for their 15
minutes of fame (while using 12 of those trying to figure out
how to speak a coherent sentence).  So, one good thing came of
out this mid-morning experience — 5 PR lessons all flacks can
learn from Maury  Yes, way!  maury-pancake1. Know Your Name.
Where in the blue hell do folk come up with these names? I’m not
talking about the just-dropped-acid-and-named-my-kid-in-
Hollywood names. I’m talking the flat-out abuse of the English
language and please-call-child-services-on-these-fools names.
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