She’s headed for this town.
Once again, a newspaper columnist gets it wrong, wrong, wrong.
Hey, dumbshit: blogs aren’t your problem. In addition, you don’t even really address how they might be in your stupid column. And can we cut out this stupid shit about the Golden Age of Journalism, please?
I got three words for you, fucko: William. Randolph. Hearst.
Instead of whining, try doing your fucking job. Schmuck.
Sorry, A. I’ll get the good Scotch out for when you’re in town next, I swear.