I'm A What? No Way, No How!

I recently wrote about a local controversial topic where I live and believe it or not I don’t even recall what it was now, either something about LNG or the twisted people trying to recall several of the County Commissioners over a totally legal land use decision they made.

Regardless of the topic, the piece generated a lot of comments and even more personal email to me than usual. Someone mentioned that I was a journalist. I had to laugh, because I am only a journalist in the respect of Astoria-Rust is like a personal journal to me. It’s actually more like a diary to me so maybe I am actually a Diarrheaist.

Upon further thought I should never be confused as being a journalist and neither should the staff or a particular local paper. After all I reply to comments often with the words “Douche Bag” included in my reply. Christ, I even called people Puking Ass Clowns in that post. What journalist does that?

The funniest comment was emailed to me the next day. The reader said something like, “You write this article and get everyone thinking and reconsidering their position and instead of following up the next day with more of the same, you write about taffy. WTF?”

True and that crossed my mind when I opened the post the next day as well. I laughed at myself over it. I write these posts long in advance and after a day or two I forget what I have coming up. Sometimes I even shock myself at the ridiculous juxtapositioning of the articles. I can’t even imagine what article will come after this one.

Moving on…