(Op-ed by Peter Children)
First you start with a blank sheet of paper then you put ink on it. You create some sort of veribage that provokes a response that causes people to assault you for what you have said. So is this some sort of blood sport?
I expect the negative response, in fact I look forward to it and am rarely disappointed. I am never disappointed by the feeble meaningless weak veiled attempts to dispute my opinions. It could be deemed almost comical if it were not so pathetic. In reading them I can almost smell the fear that you must feel as you try your best to divert the truth, how it must hurt to read it, to know that it will filter down to others through daily conversations, facts that here to for would never have turn to ink in the local paper. It must be gut wrenching for you.
You want people to believe you by what you write in response…well good for you and lots of luck too. The day of withholding information is over; do any of you really think the Globe-Gazette would print that the mayor was at the Country club stumbling into tables, that he had to be assisted in walking out of the O.P. and that the bar tender cut him off from ordering more alcohol…..this man is the Mayor of this city for Christ’s sake. Do you think that the lies Turncoat told would be exposed in the Globe….is that what you think? Turncoat belongs to the same church as Skipper, he has immunity, but he has no immunity from me. The behavior of our chief executive is also protected by the editorial board of the local paper, but this protective order is not recognized by me.
My first reaction to your behavior is understandable; seeing the truth in print in public form is foreign to you, you just can’t fathom it and I understand that. After awhile you will get used to it if you continue to read what I write. After decades of circumventing the sins of the favored in this community the lid has come off the box and you don’t know what to do…I understand that. My advice to you is to take two aspirin and lie down, you’ll feel better in the morning.
Peter Children|
