My God! What a moron.

Lighten Up, Will Ya?
By Joseph Walther

Writing for public consumption can be one of the most rewarding endeavors a person can undertake. For that matter, any endeavor that puts you into the public limelight can be a real life-affirming hoot, assuming that your intentions are sincere and that you have the stomach for nonstop criticism, much of which is tenuous at best. Conversely, if you’re highly emotional, touchy-feely, and supersensitive with an easily bruised ego, it’s probably best for you NOT to publish your thoughts.

I definitely fall into the former category described above. During my sixty-three years on this planet, I’ve lost count of the number of threats against my life. At one point, I received a combination of ten anonymous notes and phone calls in a two-week period; all of which described the tenuous nature of my living past the end of the month. Did I run for the tall grass? NO! I didn’t even report the threats to my high school principal.

Nothing has changed. Controversy attracts me the way that fecal matter attracts flies. I love it, the controversy not the fecal matter; although I don’t mind stirring it a bit, the fecal matter not the controversy.

Take, for example, the recent column I wrote titled, You Could Win Millions. I stated that the odds of being hit by an electric train while swimming under water on any given Tuesday morning are slightly better than winning the million dollar prize from the Wawa coffee cup sweepstakes. This upset the local Wawa manager.

“Who are you to criticize us over the Internet?” she asked. “The odds of winning our million dollars beat the hell out of winning the Powerball”, she said. “That article was so unfair”, she hissed as she continued starring daggers at me. Being the caring type that I am, I had to respond. “For Christ’s sake, don’t get your panties in a wad!” I told her.

“Let’s say that I am one of only one hundred participants in your sweepstakes and that only one of them has the opportunity to win the million dollars. The odds are stacked against the possibility that I’ll win the million dollars”, I told her. “Furthermore”, I continued, “if anyone wins the million, it’s going to be the same person who has won all of the other lotteries and sweepstakes: a person by the name of Someone Else.”

Wawa will draw the name of one finalist. That one finalist will then draw one envelope from among one hundred, only one of which contains the million-dollar prize. There are odds of 99 to 1 that Wawa will NOT have to pay out a million dollars.

Forrest Gump said, “The chances of winning a lottery go up significantly when you buy a ticket.” His statement seems profound only when you consider that the purchase converts impossibility to possibility. From a practical standpoint, however, a 1 chance in 124,000,000 is quite slim. Granted, 1 chance in 123,999,999 is better, but it’s still slim.

Relative to another matter, I am still receiving hate email from the fanatical God people. According to Jason, from Alabama, I am “a blue-state, left-wing communist, Godless tofu-eater, who perverts our kids.” I think that he’s upset over the fact that I don’t believe that God created the world around 10,000 years ago and that we should not teach such nonsense as part of public high school science curricula. I have not changed my mind, nor will I.

Scientific consensus approximates Earth’s age at around five and a half billion years. Biblical analysis, on the other hand, estimates the Earth to be between six thousand and ten thousand years old. In fact, John Lightfoot and Bishop Ussher, both of 17th century fame, calculated the Earth’s age at 6,009 years. According to these two dudes, God created the earth in 4004 BC. The precise date was October 23rd and it included the 6-days that God took to create it.

I swear that I’m not smoking any of those plain-wrapper cigarettes with the green specks in them and that I’m not making this stuff up. There are numerous web sites to back me up on this. Click here for just one of them.

Hard evidence, as always, has shown some of our past science to be in error. There is no reason to assume that it won’t happen again. This is the essence of the scientific method. However, in order for the estimates of Earth’s age to be that far apart, ALL of our dating science techniques have to be wrong. A single dating system could be wrong. Not all of them, considering the sizeable collection of intellect that went into their development, are likely to be wrong.

Jason, I categorically deny that I eat tofu. I am, however, a member of a generation that did not consider ignorance to be a point of view and never will. I certainly would not accuse you of being a knuckle dragging, gun carrying, cousin-marrying, redneck religious zealot simply because you disagree with me. This is not to say, though, that cousin-marrying and Alabama are mutually exclusive.

Tradition, while we may want to grant it a vote, should never have veto power. Old does not necessarily translate to being good any more than new necessarily translates to being better. The sooner we embrace this idea, the better off we’re all going to be.

American politicians are not helping the situation, either. But, ours are not the only ones doing and saying stupid things. It’s a world-wide problem. What makes American politicians unique, however, is that they’ve become quite adept at conning the American press into asking the wrong questions. Combining this ability with a growing apathy and ignorance on the part of the American electorate has become a godsend to them. It relieves them of all worry relative to their answers. When you can do this, answers become meaningless and we keep voting for the same idiots every time.

I have never been one to worry about what people think of me. I’m not going to start now. We live in a big world that is growing exponentially in issue complexity. The diversity of ideologies is too vast for any one country to control. As such, humanity’s survival does not depend on finding other ideologies that are compatible with ours or forcing ours down the world’s throat. Barring a natural disaster wiping out the human race, if we are going to survive and flourish as a species, we must learn to deal with our incompatibilities.

I will fight to the death in order to preserve my way of life or that of future generations. However, I’m not about to die because the jackasses of the world want to have a hissyfit over whose is the best imaginary friend.

Tune in again next week. Some of the stuff that I’m researching is going to blow your mind. Earl’s been sending me emails again. He’s found more evidence, substantiated primarily by his opinions, which he thinks proves conclusively that aliens are behind George Bush’s quest to relieve all of us of our personal freedom.

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Send your comments. Just click here.

Watch out for that f*$%*!g galaxy!

Just What We Need: More Bad News
By Joseph Walther

Folks, I have to tell you that we have big problems coming our way; problems that will make Iraq, Iranian nukes, Afghanistan, the Palestinian/Israeli conflict, and this entire Christian/Islam/Infidel thing seem like child’s play. In fact, I have had difficulty sleeping since I found out about it this past Friday. This one is so bad that I wasn’t even going to tell you about it. “Gee”, I thought, “why should I subject my readers to this kind of ungodly angst?” However, this morning I said to myself, “What the hell? If I can’t sleep, why should any of you?”

Before I get into the details, though, let me say a few words in defense of George W. Bush. He’s not really a bad guy. While his detractors claim that his heart is in his ass, let me tell you that this is not true. His heart is where it should be. It’s his head that’s up his ass.

Let’s face it. George Bush’s poll numbers look bad, with a little over seven people in every ten thinking that he has become somewhat… in the interest of kindness… unswift. The guy has raised the bar on the art of making monumental misunderestimations. But, in fairness to him, there are some convincing mitigating circumstances.

First, he’s a former town drunk. True, and to his credit, he overcame this demon. Unfortunately, excessive alcohol consumption, as my wife constantly reminded me in my younger days (I drank beer by the case in my twenties.), kills brain cells. Need I say more? He had already lost a considerable number of brain cells before he entered politics. It certainly explains his obsession with “believing” to the total exclusion of “thinking.”

Second, he has failed miserably at everything he has tried except for politics. He has always been a successful politician. Fortunately, for him, a full compliment of working brain cells has never been a prerequisite to success in the political arena. Thanks to the unbridled turnout enthusiasm that we Americans show during election years, all he had to do was find a way to fool about 23% of the people most of the time. With his family’s wealth, he has always had the finances to pay people to do this.

Finally, and there is no kind way to put this, George is a linguistic failure. To date, there are an estimated 3,000 Bushisms in publication throughout the United States alone. The man has become the patron saint of idiots.

But, we have no time to worry about this. As I said earlier, we have colossal problems on the way thanks to a few mammoth scientific miscalculations. We have been complaining, for years, about the touchy feely sloppy approach our public schools apply to math in this country. Well apparently, our astronomers and cosmologists haven’t been all that precise either.

As you probably know, Earth is part of the Milky Way Galaxy. The Andromeda Galaxy is our nearest neighbor at 2.2 light-years as the crow flies. We have known for some time, now, that these two galaxies are moving toward each other. None of these things, taken individually, is a big deal, not even the “moving toward each other” part. But, once we look at the arithmetic involved, the combined significance of these facts reveals devastating news. Thanks a lot Carl Sagan!

I’m sure that you all remember me telling you about Herb, the alien, a few months ago. Well, he’s back. This time, he brought his slide rule with him.

The Andromeda Galaxy, according to Herb’s calculations is only 2.189507641097 light-years from us instead of the 2.2 light-years so sloppily calculated by many of our public school educated scientists. It is also moving toward the Milky Way Galaxy at 152,100 MPH instead of 150,000 MPH reported by our brain-cell challenged (too much beer, perhaps) astronomers. Are you ready for more bad news?

Thanks to Newton, (the ancient scientist, not Newton the mouse from the old Willy the Worm Cartoon show of the mid to late ‘50s) the two galaxies are moving toward each other. And, since there are no opposing forces, the actual speed involved is a hauling-ass 304,200 MPH instead of a funereal 300,000 MPH as reported by our drool-generating science guys, all of whom it seems, graduated from Bert’s College of Cosmology and Shoe Repair.

That’s right; we are on a collision course with Andromeda and, worse, instead of the collision occurring sometime during the year 6897, it’s going to happen in 6848. The precise date, according to my calculations (I went to Catholic school), is July 6, 6848 at 10 A.M. Of course, I could be off by a plus or minus 30-minutes on the time.

I am not trying to panic you folks. I’m just interested in making sure that you all have enough advanced warning to take precautions. Personally, I’m on my way to the grocery store to stock up on coffee and toilet paper. Then I’m on to the liquor store to stock up on beer.

I have been trying desperately to contact Homeland Security, but it seems hopeless. George Bush is too busy “believing”. Dick Cheney is apparently listening, though. I just learned that Congress has awarded Halliburton a no-bid contract to clean things up in the event of some possible galactic collision activity.

In light of this, I can’t believe that we’ve all been cringing at the thought of Iran building nuclear weapons.

See you all next week. Of course, with the Milky Way/Andromeda impending collision date vacillating the way it has over the past couple of days, things could change. For God’s sake, I hope the grocery stores have the good sense to order extra shipments of toilet paper. The liquor stores should take heed, too. Don’t run out of beer!

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Send your comments. Just click here.

With the war on terror, why take unnecessary chances?

You Could Win Millions
By Joseph Walther


Remember! The less you bet, the more you lose when you win. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that it takes quite the jackass to buy into such nonsense. Well, here’s a newsflash. There are lots of jackasses and most of them apparently have money. I don’t know about you, but I seem to find most of them in front of me in checkout lines. Here are a few examples.

I drink boatloads of coffee. I buy most of it from Wawa. Let me say at the outset that Wawa is an outstanding retail establishment. The employees are friendly and courteous. Product quality is top notch and reasonably priced. On the negative side, though, some of the Wawa corporate managers are marketing people. And, as we all know, most marketing managers are idiots… well, except for the ones who have convinced us that we’ll die if we don’t drink bottled water.

Wawa recently launched a campaign whereby some lucky customer has a chance to win a million dollars just for drinking a cup of Wawa coffee. Lawyers take note that I said “a chance” to win. This is not the same thing as saying, “will win.” Anyway, here’s how it works. At least I think this is how it works.

For the duration of the contest, Wawa has set up a coffee cup brigade. This team rides around in a new Chrysler PT Cruiser during the early morning hours—5 AM through 9 AM, I think—looking for coffee drinkers carrying one of the new cups. It’s easy for the coffee brigade to spot the new cups because Wawa changed the color scheme. The new color scheme is dark brown with a bright red, one-inch stripe around the top rim. Blind people can see it!

If the coffee brigade spots you carrying one of the new cups, they will check the number on the bottom of the cup. If it’s a lucky number, you win an instant ten-dollar Wawa gift card. They will then take your picture with the cup and place it on their web site. Additionally, they will place your name into a lottery group of other such instant winners. At some point towards the end of the contest, Wawa officials will draw one of those names. If you’re the winner of that drawing, you will then get to choose one envelope from a group of one-hundred envelopes, only one of which has the winning number.

Oh, yes, here’s an interesting side note. The contest rules state, “No purchase is necessary.” This is the good news. The bad news is that I don’t think Wawa will provide bail money if you get caught shoplifting a cup of coffee.

What are your chances of winning the million-dollars from this Wawa contest? I’d say your chances of winning are similar to the chances of an electric train hitting you while you are swimming underwater on any given Tuesday morning, only not quite as likely.

I have always enjoyed drinking Wawa coffee. I intend to keep drinking it. If you like hot, freshly brewed coffee, I suggest you do the same. It tastes great and the local employees are terrific people. Just don’t come to depend on winning that million-dollar prize. And, under no circumstances, should you include it as a percentage of your retirement fund.

In contrast, along the “I’m an unlucky schnook” line of thinking, last Thursday evening, I observed a customer attempting to buy a new Epson All-In-One printer at CompUSA. The conversation went like this.

Sales Clerk:
“This is one of the most reliable printers on the market.”

Customer:
“Yes, I read about it. Consumer Reports raved about it.”

Sales Clerk:
“Look at how fantastic the picture output is.”

Customer:
“You couldn’t get that kind of quality if you had them professionally developed. I’ll buy it.”

Sales Clerk:
“Just in case it breaks before you get it out the front door, do you want the replacement policy? It’s covered no matter what happens and it’s only $39.95 for three years.”

Customer:
“It’s a brand new printer. If something goes wrong, I’ll just bring it back.”

Sales Clerk:
“Well, suit yourself. But, with the war on terror, it’s best not to take any chances.”

Customer:
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Ok, add it in! You take American Express?”

Continuing with the same logic form, I had to return a Craftsman cordless screwdriver to the local Sears store last week. It was only 5-years old but the battery had ruptured rendering the unit useless. I know that Craftsman produces quality, long-lasting products. I’ve been buying them for years. I still have a Craftsman power saw that I purchased directly from Thomas Edison just moments after he invented electricity. It still works.

So, when the cordless screwdriver battery spewed acid all over the insides of the screwdriver, I was a bit confused. I was also a bit concerned when I got some of the leaking acid on my hands. I swear that I felt the acid beginning to eat its way into my fingers. I even called my lawyer to see how badly the incident may have injured me, and to ask if he could recommend a doctor. He hasn’t gotten back to me yet. I guess it takes time to calculate potential pain and suffering.

After I explained the circumstances to the friendly, highly trained staff (a 17-year old high school senior named Braden), he replaced it, with the newest and best model, free of charge. This blew me away. The conversation went like this.

Me:
“There’s no charge?”

Braden:
“No.”

Me:
“I don’t have a service/replacement contract, you know.”

Braden:
“You don’t need one. Craftsman stuff is totally reliable.”

Me:
“Wow, thanks!”

Braden:
“Um, just in case the new one breaks before you get to your car, I can give you a replacement contract for just $14.96 and it’s good for 2-years.”

Me:
“I thought you said that Craftsman products are totally reliable.”

Braden:
“They are, but I get an 80% commission on these contracts. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. Besides, with the war on terror, it’s best not to take any chances.”

Me:
“I see your point. Ok, you take American Express?”

Highly irritating and self-proclaimed rational people make a point of lecturing jackasses on the stupidity of purchasing service and replacement contracts on new, highly reliable, brand-name products. The same people condescendingly refer to the purchase of state lottery tickets as a tax on the mathematically challenged, as though all of us… I mean you, who buy them are just insanely stupid.

Well, to all of you pontificating, snotty-assed know-it-alls, let me just tell you that logic is no match for fear. The Republicans are experts on this. Add to this the age-old denominational religious indoctrination that we’re all useless scum, unworthy and infinitely deserving of whatever bad may happen to us, and the result is a nation of passive sheep, glad to wait in long lines, at any cost, for needless service agreements.

Besides, with the war on terror, why take unnecessary changes. Where’s that American Express card?

That’s it for now. Have a great week.

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Send your comments. Just click here.

Hey, stop pickin' on him

Up Yours! I Don’t Gotta Tell You Nothin’
By Joseph Walther

I was all set to change the pace and write a hilariously funny column today. I had the funny stuff all lined up. All that remained for me to do was put it in the proper order using cleaver segues. I changed my mind the second that I read today’s Sunday News Journal, more specifically, a six-paragraph letter to the editor written by 17-year old Bradley Lehman of Hockessin, Delaware, under the headline: What leaders do on their own time is a private matter.

Bradley presented his points well. While his letter was succinct, flowed logically from point-to-point, contained no misspellings, and was grammatically perfect, the headline was another matter. Of course, Bradley didn’t write the headline. A sub-editor employed by the News Journal wrote that.

I have some fundamental disagreements with Bradley’s conclusions. I am going to address them here. Since I am not sure how long the Delaware News Journal keeps hyperlinks to such letters direct and unachieved, I’m going to quote his letter, verbatim, one paragraph at a time. I will follow each of the quotes with my response. This way, I don’t run the risk of taking Bradley’s comments out of context. I also avoid potentially confusing readers by referring to links that may suddenly disappear.

In the first paragraph, Bradley wrote…

“Because I am 17 years old, some people might say that I am not mature enough to understand many issues. However, let me just say that I get more laughs reading the opinion page than I ever have from the comics.”

I, too, laugh a lot at some of the stuff that News Journal readers send to the editor, Bradley. They run the gamut from profoundly insightful to abjectly stupid. But, Brad, you know what you have to keep in mind about this stuff? PERSPECTIVE! Never let yourself believe that these letters represent a reliable cross-sectional view of Delaware’s general population.


Now, as to the matter of what some people think about your maturity level, you may be correct. Some people will assume this. I don’t, however. I think that 17-year olds can be quite capable of understanding issues. But, again, perspective is critical to the process. Realistically, however, most seventeen year olds have not gained enough experience to add meaningful perspective when it comes to “complex” issues. After all, you have to be at least eighteen in order to vote for the idiots who can send you off to die in a war!

Let’s just use one complex social issue, child rearing, as an example of what perspective really means. There are millions of others, of course, but neither space nor time permits that kind of detail.

I could not, for the life of me, as a 17-year old, figure out what was so hard about raising kids. Like most 17-year-olds of my time, I was convinced that my mother (my father died when I was 14) was an over-reacting, meddling old fool whose only joy in life was to rain on my parade. It wasn’t until I had gained some perspectives (spelled c-h-i-l-d-r-e-n) of my own that I realized the truth: that she was scared to death for my safety and just trying to stay sane!

Yes, at least from a father’s view, you need to have a perspective or two before you realize the impact of pure terror! I can’t speak for the mothers of the world, but from position as a father, my perspectives taught me plenty about child rearing, especially teenagers.

You see, from the age of birth to about sixteen months, baby perspectives exist in one of three basic stages: crying, just finished crying, and about to cry. A mother’s purpose for existence during this period, was to feed, change, and bathe the babies. As a father, my purpose for existence was to hand her the perspectives whenever they cried or were about to cry. Oh yes, and to provide the perspectives with a place to puke after she finished feeding them, usually in absolute silence down the back of my suit coat as I left for work each morning. “Hey, you got baby puke all over the back of coat,” they would say when I got to the office.

Then, from the age of around 17-months to about 9-years, perspectives develop a singularity of purpose in their lives, which is to kill themselves the first chance they get. The process begins with the ingestion of whatever they find on the floor as they crawl around. Perspectives, at this age, are fond of putting all sorts of stuff in their mouths and choking. It was a good time for me to practice going into cardiac arrest. It was fun.

Out of the blue, they learned that if they pulled really hard, they could stand up, which increased their propensity for suicide exponentially. Moving the coffee table and end tables to another country did not help because they found out that they could slip on the kitchen tile, or fall down the stairs that you didn’t even know they could climb. You also had to be ever vigilant because some perspectives really liked that pretty blue water in the commode, which they finally got around to noticing as they became aware that they could drop things in there.

From ten years until about 14, perspectives spend a lot of time trying to kill themselves out doors where you can’t see them. I once saw a couple of perspectives hiding in a cardboard container. Hiding inside one of these is no big deal, usually. However, this cardboard container happened to be sitting in the middle of busy four-lane street. The perspectives had planned to surprise drivers as they sped around the container. Can you imagine how surprised, and possibly silly, a driver would have felt after accidentally plowing into the container because they were drunk and didn’t see it?

From 14 on, at least for me, it was all a blur. The list of things that my perspectives might fall pray to kept getting longer and longer. I became an expert at worrying. I imagined drugs, perverts, gun-toting psychopaths, gangs, and a wide array of other ills, having designs on my perspectives. But, for that sheer, unabashed panic effect, nothing worked better than teenage insurance driving rates.

My perspectives are grown and long gone from the nest now, but I still bolt upright, sweating profusely, as the result of nightmares involving those insurance rates. I am hopeful, however. The nightmares seem to be tapering off a bit. They will probably fade out altogether once I die.

You do not know everything, Bradley. You are not going to believe this, of course, until after you’ve gained a perspective or two. Even after this, it will take several more years before you realize that, although you’ve learned a lot, you still know very little. I’m 63-years old and the horror of this reality has begun to sink in. I hope to have this down pat before I take my last breath.

Bradley continued to write…

“Delawareans seem to be fixated on bashing President Bush and proposing new conspiracy theories whenever they seem convenient.”

There you go again; make some more sweeping generalizations. Remember what I said above concerning general populations. It’s still true. Delaware’s is of sound mind. People with 3-digit IQ’s have not accused the President of anything conspiratorial. This is also true of the country as a whole.

On the other hand, his approval rating hovers between 34% and 38%. Of course, this could mean that insufferablel jackasses have overrun the country. It could also mean that the President is not very adept at timely, effective communications, admitting a mistake or two, and generally keeping us up to snuff on things in a way that isn’t quite so “in your face.”

Perhaps his approval rating would be higher if be began to think instead of just believing. I have always found that thinking before believing helps when trying to say what it is that you believe. At the very least, thinking about what you believe before you say what you believe prevents you from sounding like an idiot when you open your mouth.

Bradley continued to write…

“President Bush did not cause Hurricane Katrina or the complications afterwards. New Orleans was built below sea level so they should have seen it coming and made preparations themselves.”

You make a good point here, Bradley, at least as far as it goes. However, I don’t think that intelligent people are blaming George Bush for the hurricane or its aftermath. Neither are lobbyists and attendant politicians the culprits. The blame for this disaster falls squarely on the shoulders of the locals who permitted politicians and lobbyists to put their lives at risk.

No matter hard much we try, we can’t repeal the laws of probably. Sticking our collective heads up our collective asses and convincing ourselves that everything will be fine does not fool the probability gods. Whenever and wherever people continue doing stupid and dangerous things, it is never a question of whether catastrophe will strike. It is simply a matter of when it will strike.


Bradley continued to write…

“If Dick Cheney shoots someone by accident on his own time, it is none of your business and neither he nor the president has any obligation to tell you about it.”

You are dead wrong on this one, Bradley. Dick Cheney took the oath of office for the Vice Presidency of the United States. Once he did this, his right to individual privacy became secondary to the country’s right to know what he’s doing. Whether he does it on his dime or ours is immaterial. Everything he does is newsworthy. We have every right to know what he’s doing, when he’s doing it, with whom he is doing it, and why he’s doing it. The same is true of the President. Once people assume these offices, they forfeit their dimes.

What happened relative to Cheney was an accident. People realize this. However, Dick Cheney goes to great lengths to stick it to the news media. He dislikes the mainstreamers and does not try to hide the fact. He raises arrogance to new heights and the press he despises will not cut him any slack.

I have always found it easier to say that I’m sorry than to say please. This is just as arrogant, but I am not the Vice President of the United States.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with this. It can be very efficient and beneficial to all concerned. However, you must be willing to say that you’re sorry if you screw it up. Dick Cheney is not capable of asking permission or of saying he’s sorry and it’s because of this insolent, “up yours” attitude that his approval rating is at 18%.

Bradley continued to write…

“Finally, it seems unreasonable to me that Bush was able to graduate from Yale University, be elected governor of Texas, and earn the respect and confidence of enough of his peers in the Republican Party to be nominated as their presidential candidate if he is indeed as dim-witted as you say.”

Brad, you overate the Ivy Leagues. The toughest thing about graduating from Harvard, Yale, or any of the other Ivy League academic powerhouses is paying the tuition and fees for the four or five years that it takes to graduate. When you come from a family of “means”, institutional VIPs are willing and able to work “around” certain things, such as low SATs and less than stellar grades.

Bush finished with a C average. He has never been an academic heavyweight. In his younger days, he lost interest in and walked away from everything he ever started. This is a fact. Do yourself a favor and Google it. It doesn’t mean that he is stupid or dim-witted.

He has overcome a lot in his life, not the least of which was heavy drinking. Conquering dependency addictions is difficult. While he credits Jesus Christ for it, I credit his wife for helping him do it, as well as his own veracity in sticking with it. He won his party’s nomination precisely because he’s NOT a lying dimwit.

Dim-wittedness is not the issue for me. The man who presently occupies the White House as our President is not the same man I voted for two times. I also see and read daily reports that somewhere between 62% and 66% of the American people agree with me.

Finally, Bradley ended with…

“I am willing to wager that the majority of Delawareans who get their information from this sorry excuse for a newspaper have barely enough brainpower to govern their own lives, let alone governing a nation of almost 300 million.”

And you would be wrong, Bradley. Thanks to Borders, as well as Barnes and Noble Bookstores, I read several newspapers on a daily basis. The News Journal is on a par with all of them. The Op-Ed pages are either lame or meaningful, depending on whether you agree or disagree with the commentators. I disagree more than I agree, but that’s why we call them “opinion and editorial” pages.

The News Journal does not require its reporters to manipulate the news content in order to support its editorial positions. Otherwise, Gannett would have to change the paper’s name to The New York Times: Delaware edition.

Hang in there Bradley and keep on writing. I’ll bet you’ll be hell on wheels once you get a couple of those perspectives I referred to earlier on. I’ll be your parents can’t wait!

See you all next week.

Joseph Walther is a freelance writer and publisher of The True Facts. Send your comments. Just click here.