I just got a letter of solicitation from the NYT to sign up for a subscription. It made a nice scoop when my dog vomited on the rug.
After tearing up and throwing out a hundred of those letters over the last 10 years, I've lately started sealing the postage paid envelope and sending it back to them, empty. (Every little bit that might edge them a little closer to Chapter 7 helps!) Dog vomit would be a nice touch but unfortunately it's going to be some poor minimum wage schmuck who's going to be opening the envelope, not Sulzberger.