Here’s my favorite comment so far on the Washington Times’ “Obama’s Obesity Epidemic” op-ed.
Dan wrote: “James Bovard is an idiot, blame the president for diabetes. If you don’t like a politicians, do some real research. In short wheat, processed foods, the United States Department of Agriculture are the leading cause in growing diabetes. Not the president. Your a BAD editor James Bovard,get a new job please.”
I knew there was a reason I had never applied for work as an editor.
Some editor forgot to fix “your a bad editor” to “you’re a bad editor” – I caught that right away and I’m only an editor in my own imagination.
Anyway, the Godfather of Soul might have said: “You’re a super bad editorialist, James Bovard, please, please, please don’t get a brand new bag, uhh!”
Maybe it’s time for a national conversation about low-fat government cheese.
I agree with Dan. James Bovard, Your ARE a BAD editor. I no from my own experients growing diabetes that the president is not helping me do this. Try as a mite, I can’t grow diabetes all by my self. I prove this over an over. I need the help of wheat, processed foods and the USDA to do this. Its hard! May be I should not have tryed diabates farming so long ago. So I edit you this message now (because I’m a GOOD editor unlike You), and all I want to say is do you’re research, Bovard!
But the school breakfasts & lunches are practically a subsidy for diabetes – at least according to USDA’s own nutritional numbers….
Are you a FREE Editor?
BAD editors tend to work cheap.
Okay, I’ve done real research. I don’t like politicians.
Can I be the same quality of editor that your,* Jim?
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Lawhobbit, you rite real well for a lawyer.
Sure, the jobs yours.
I are one of the goodest riters and typerists I no!
What’s really fun, though, is how my fingers continually stumbled while trying to misspell that sentence…they were not happy with the concept, despite the brain’s instructions to the contrary.
I had the same problem. It all goes back to my days as a Kelly Girl – when I would be temping at offices that held their Friday afternoon work parties. As a mere temp, I was not allowed to join the party – but a few kind-hearted folks gave me a beer anyhow. Lining up the Budweiser bottles next to my IBM Selectric made my supervisor very unhappy. But she could find no errors in my work (which I delivered sooner than she expected) – so she couldn’t find a pretext to kick me out. But that was quite awhile ago…