Your opinion has no standing, ruffian

Look at the grim visage of this pet. Sure its owner is from the lower orders

Michael Getler explains why the mainstream press is becoming increasingly irrelevant:

I don't like write-in campaigns. I don't like my e-mail queue, and the e-mail of others writing in about other things, overwhelmed by hundreds of people saying essentially the same thing, in large part because somebody alerted them to something and suggested what to say. For that comment, I will now get 700 more e-mails asking how dare I impugn their assessment. I much prefer original commentary from readers, or one letter directly from FAIR laying out its critique. On the other hand, even though such campaigns are annoying, and frequently partisan, it doesn't mean that the points raised are not legitimate challenges.

Why not say it like this:

Who are you peons to hold me and my employer accountable? You certainly are not gentlemen and women of standing. How dare you inform others of our lauditory profile of a segregation-friendly senator as if your opinions matter? Why Strom Thurmond was old and things said praising old people doesn't count, unless they're Nazis. But you have no right to cause 700 e-mails to be sent to my precious mailbox. My intern has enough to do between backrubs and making reservations at the Palm. Why force my comely young assistant to read your deranged rantings.

If you dare to e-mail me, you should do it on hand rolled vellum and gold script and have your messenger boy send it over.

And of course, I will be assaulted by you ruffians for daring to question your crude methods of interupting my coq au vin and chardonnay lunch, served on my comely young assistant's finely sculpted ivory back, her luchious blonde hair serving as my napkin. A man of such refinements only deals with you lot with the truncheon, with a sharp rap across the back of your haircovered necks. And if that fails, a shot or two of the water cannon usually drives you back to your beer-sodden cellars and dismal boarding houses.

If it were up to me and not my lord and master, Mr. Graham, I would send the constabulary against this FAIR and lock these anarchists up in the filthy prisons where they belong.

But since I cannot do that, these sharp words will have to serve as punishment enough

posted by Steve @ 7:25:00 PM