The Weird Times

My mom always used to say,

“Don’t run in the house!”
“Stop shaving your sister!”
“No, that's not where mustard comes from.”
“Never blog angry.”

She also used to say,

“Don’t wish your life away.”
“When you're older”
“Well, it's MY house”

And my favorite: "Don't forget to wear your rain-coat"

But I digress...

So I'm sitting here. Am I angry? No…it’s more than that. It’s an understanding that Nothing. Is. The. Same.

I’m sitting here clinging to my keyboard with one hand and griping my...

Beer

with the other wondering how this could possibly happen?

Right here! In our very midst!

So I write this, hoping to put into words the anger, the dismay, the utter horror I felt when I discovered the sinister truth behind the 'Weirs Times'. It all started a few weeks ago…

“The Weirs Times? Heck, I’ve seen it around for years!”
“Gosh, I’ve always just loved the picture on the masthead!”
“You always see it in restaurants and stores around the area.”

Yeah, sure, been around for years. A freebie newspaper I thought to be a kindly little tourist rag.

BUT NO!

As I flipped through the pages of the Weirs Time for the first time I actually felt my soul being pulled through my third eye as I stared into the abyss that is the Op/Ed page of the Weirs Times.

Yes. It sucked that much.

Suddenly I knew exactly how that bat-shit-crazy McCarthy bastard must of felt like! I’d opened my eye’s to another world, a world where wrong was right, up was down…well, you get the picture.

Terror? Sure, there was terror…but there was more, there was exhilaration! Like generations past I’ve discovered there's a traitor in our midst! Nay! A spy! Little did I know the ‘Weirs Times’ is some sort of right-wing propaganda flyer!

Who'd-a-thunk-it?

In the mean time, we’ll keep an eye on the Weirs Times…