(Editors Note: The following example of excellence in journalism has been corrected from it's previous version which contained various sins of html link omission due in large part to the issues outlined in the "Editors Note" below and also to my apparent inability to develop a consistent editorial process or enough patience to proofread.)
(Editor's Note: The following example of excellence in journalism was originally written at about 3am this morning but the stupid people at googledotblogspotdotcouldipossiblygetalongerurlplease.com/html made their new and improved piece of crap "design editor" the default "design editor" and everything was looking decidedly like someone who didn't know how to design a blog if it meant that he'd have to fight his way out of a wet paper bag because his life depended on it or find a good enough excuse to even write anything for the last 14 days.)
In today's installment of "Yeah, Right!" ...
Apparently the one and only wonderful Becky Wunder cooked up a little something special in recognition of the many years of public service, including groundbreaking activism in the sphere of racial justice as it relates to The University Of Georgia, and also the birthday, of one Vernon Jordan. I've provided that there link that will tell you pretty much all you're gonna want to know about 'ol Vern 'cuz I know you're either too young to remember the greatest president that I ever voted for or you were too busy not being busy with anything but counting all the money you were making in the nineties. Anyway, while dining with friends, Mr. Jordan, who should not be confused with the Assistant Manager of _______ ____ Hall, for said birthday, Ms. Wunder apparently topped off her show of gratitude and general admiration for the man with a standing ovation inducing display. Those standing to applaud the wonderful Ms. Wunder included none other than flat tax espousing presidential hopeful Steve Forbes. Or Something.
Anyway, I've seen the wonderful Ms. Wunder's, ummm, blog before. And I'm here to tell you that her moonlighting happens during the day.
And speaking of how taxing it is to make some things flat, I bring you today's installment of "Oh, Man. Really? I Mean Really? Was I Really Just Complaining About Having To Listen To A Girl Cry On The Airplane Because She Apparently Missed Her Father When All I Had To Do To Rid Myself Of The Distraction Was Put On My New Headphones That Pretty Much Block Out Any And All Sound That I Don't Want To Interfere With Presence By Led Zeppelin?" ...
In related news, the forthcoming photo from my trip to San Francisco is a digital representation of an artistic rendering of several muni tickets and an overpriced MOMA ticket:
In unrelated news, the forthcoming photo from my trip to San Francisco is a digital representation of a page from a Kindlized book I read during my trip about a band who are half dead which you can conveniently purchase if you go to the link to amazon.com on the bottom right margin of this page and then type or copy and paste the words "here, there and everywhere" into the search field:
Finally, and speaking of Glenn Beck, here is a photo of something for which you could be called a racist if you were foolishly found finding funny:
And since you were asking, this is a photo highlighting San Francisco's growing "Use Of Toy Cum Suicide In Order To Make Unrelated Point" epidemic:
In related news, this photo from my trip to San Francisco is a digital representation of an artistic rendering of another book I've been reading and which helped distract me from the scream-fest going on in seat 30B. In case the rendering is too artistic for you, the first line of the page says something to effect of: "My ole (sic) man's so mean he hates hisself! (sic)" On another line on this page, this kid, who's doing the talking, relates his mom's response to his dad's inkling to tie him up in a gunny sack and "smoke 'em." Apparently she says something to the effect of: "Don't you come treating no chile of mine like no slave." End quote. Oh man, I wish I had an air conditioner.
Mwah!
M
P.S. I think the whole Shirley Sherod thing is about as unhip as pretty much everyone else who fancies his or herself able to attach logic to a given problem ...
P.P.S. And if doesn't go without saying, yeah, I think not only is it total crap that she got fired but I also agree with you that Andrew B. should totally get punched in the balls the next time any of us see him in a bar ...
P.P.P.S. But as much as I'd like to get a call from The Big O. on my cell phone in lieu of the endless stream of nausea inducing twitter updates "he" seems to have so much time to be typing ...
P.P.P.P.S. I wonder if someone could explain to me why she deserves a call from the President?
P.P.P.P.P.S. And further more, does she actually believe that he needs to go to Atlanta in order to learn a thing or two about how "normal" people in this country are living?
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know where the buck stops.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. But something tells me she like the spotlight.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And maybe the sound of her own voice.
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