Send your money. Just don't write, phone or e-mail my office.
Message from the ivory tower:
Don't bother sending anything to that e-mail address below -- because I don't care.That address on the bottom of this column? That is the pathetic, confused death knell of the once-proud newspaper industry, and I want nothing to do with it. Sending an e-mail to that address is about as useful as sending your study group report about Iraq to the president.
Here's what my Internet-fearing editors have failed to understand: I don't want to talk to you; I want to talk at you. A column is not my attempt to engage in a conversation with you. I have more than enough people to converse with. And I don't listen to them either. That sound on the phone, Mom, is me typing.
Read my column and shut up, you middle-American mouth-breather!!!
Send your money. Just don't write, phone or e-mail my office.
"That guy behind me? Totally gay for me. Hell, I'd be too. In case you stumbled here by accident, I'm the guy who loves porn and hates America!"
Shadenfreude is so much better when a bedwetter is feeling sorry for himself. This guy is a cheap-shot artist who is loosing his forum and does not know what to do.