Blogger takes on the Chron's unofficial humor columnists
For those intrepid local journalists who might wonder what our "agenda" at blogHOUSTON is, the easy answer is that we're holding out for some think tank (or even the Ken Charles local media empire) to throw tons of money our way. Not just petty cash. TONS of money.
Failing miserably with that agenda, we try to entertain ourselves. And the local editorialists really do entertain!
It's even more fun for us when other local bloggers join the fun.
Sedosi Alhambra, who refers to the Chronicle editorial board as "Mrs. White" for its predictable stance on local politics, recently read something that caused damage to his computer screen (technically, the involuntary spewing of coffee in reaction to Mrs. White caused the damage, but that's close enough). The account is here.
And Slampo posts a brutal takedown of Rick Casey's recent two-part exercise in self-important meandering:
(After skimming this week’s first installment, we finally realized that encroaching senility is the defining characteristic of the species Chroniclus columnisticus [with apologies to the senile portion of our readership, which breaches the potentially fatal 75 percent mark, according to the Audit Bureau of Bloggery and Bullshit], a proud tradition dating back beyond Allison “The Motorman” Sanders and through Thom Marshall and Leon Hale. [Other notable characteristics: You have to be older than 50, have virtually no clue what’s going on in the city, be a white male [not that we have anything against white males], never piss any one off too too much, and no habla espanol … We’ll exempt under-50 business columnist Loren Steffy from this broad brush, as he’s far and away the paper’s best columnist, and probably bound for a more prestigious posting before too long, we’d bet.])
We’ve never gotten much of a rise one way or another from Casey since the adenoidal martinet who runs the editorial operation imported him from San Antonio, where we remember occasionally reading his column. To an out-of-towner Casey seemed to offer a pretty good inside-ball take on doings in city government there, something like Tim Fleck could be doing for the Chronicle if the paper had had the stick not to consign him to the anonymity of the editorial page. In San Antonio, Casey seemed to know his stuff. Here, he seems lost, tired and supremely uninterested (and uninteresting).
But we’ve noticed there is one subject that raises Casey’s ardor, that brings a flush to his heavily bearded cheek and a bounce to his step, one that doubtless makes him feel young again and perhaps evokes his days of glory in Old San Antone. That subject is Bill White....
Does the mayor have room in his life for another Mrs. White?
As always with Slampo, it's a fun read. I wonder what his agenda is? :)
Posted by Kevin Whited @ 11/13/05 08:54 PM | Print | Comments (2)
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