Friday, June 02, 2006
About Me
- Name: Frontier Editor
- Location: Mid Atlantic, United States
Fourteen years in the journalism biz, but don't let that stereotype about commie pinko bleeding heart liberal journalists fool you - I manage to disappoint conservatives and liberals alike. Whatever happened to common sense and rational thought? At least I'm not a neo-fascist, neo-Nazi or other political extremist. In fact, just about my entire political, social and metaphysical outlook can be explained in the movie "Blazing Saddles." My journalistic idols? Carl Kolchak (thus the profile pic) and Irwin M. Fletcher. As for my professional choice, it beats retail, restaurant management and scrambling around to fund graduate school. I'm also pretty smug after 30 years - I knew back in 1976 that everyone else would come around and agree with me that the Electric Light Orchestra was cool. Just listen to those Monster.com, Volkswagen and J.C. Penneys commercials.
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7 Comments:
My! what remarkable ears you've got!
All th ebetter to incite the proletariat to intiate class struggle and break down your doors of bourgeous repression, baby.
Or something to that effect.
All for the International!
Now do yourself as Britney. Please.
I've already got the belly and ass for that.
Cool, it will be worth waiting for then.
FE, thank you for the class struggle comment.
I have noticed that the protocol for registering appreciation for a witty comment is to say something like "the coffee shot out of my nose". In this case, however, (and in all other cases where I have found something amusing on the internet), I laughed to myself in an unostentatious way.
Thank you Vicus. One day we will sell you the coffee by which you will shoot out your nose . . . . wait, that was Lenin . . . . nevermind.
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