Over the years, especially when people still did things like read and subscribe to newspapers, we always loved to mock, criticize and lampoon The Oklahoman’s curmudgeonly hyper-partisan editorial page that went out of its way to push and promote the agenda and interests of the local right-wing GOP establishment, while at the same time, ruthlessly scolding, attacking and trying to destroy the careers of all who stood in its way.
Yeah, I guess you can say they really influenced us, huh?
Sadly, it looks like those days are officially a thing of the past. Earlier this week, Owen Canfield the III – the last remaining editorial writer for the paper working in the wild and not in captivity – announced he’s abandoning ship:
I have bad news for you, Bill Gates. The geniuses in the Oklahoma legislature are on to you.
Over the weekend, an Ogle Mole let me know that State Rep. Justin Humphrey – the serial wacko bill-filer who wants to create a Bigfoot hunting season – has introduced Oklahoma House Bill 1653. It would require vaccine makers to disclose whether or not their vaccines contain things like “human parts, animal parts, metals in any quantity, tracking devices, or any DNA-altering properties.”
Check out this madness:
Not that anybody seems like they missed me, but I was out of commission last week. It wasn't because I was in a COVID bed or on vacation. No, I got my ass beat.
I lost a fight, which is strange because I'm a pacifist and have been at home for months and months, barely seeing anybody. So who kicked my ass?
The sidewalk. Here's the proof:
I have to say, my gal-pal Jodie is truly a good friend. Even though she’s not a big fan of gyros, as she admitted on the way there, she still traversed with me to 7300 Northwest Expressway with nary an argument as we headed into the Gyro City Café, recently recommended to me by my esteemed editor.
Stopping by for lunch last week, the two cooks in the open kitchen were fastidiously working in the small area, desperately trying to get the orders out to the busy lunch eaters taking a break from their, judging by the dirty work clothes, jobs as telephone linemen and such.