I had to write my final column today for the Texan. I decided to write a really well-planned column in response to Professor Pianka's
column that ran last week about overpopulation, greed, and stopping humans from innovating and using technology - all in order to save the earth. I didn't agree with his "final solutions" (exterminating 90 percent of the world's population through ebola), so I wrote a tasteful piece taking on the role of his gay student lover (or mother...the tone matches both).
Anyways, that's not what I submitted to my editor. I wanted to play a joke on her, so I wrote this terrible piece on how Obama will win the election and how McCain's an idiot - basically the same thing every single editorialist has written everyday in every newspaper across the country since it came down to the two of them...except that I wrote mine in 5-10 minutes, and I used the diction of a fourth grader.
I expected my editor to e-mail me back with "Are you serious?" especially since she was, for good reason, annoyed by every single Texan columnist writing about McCain and Obama every single day for this whole summer. She ended up liking my McDumbass piece, and when I submitted my Pianka rebuttal, she said she couldn't run it since it was a response to another column (columns should be able to stand on their own without forcing readers to have read previous columns).
I'm not proud of the McDumbass piece, but I guess it cuts through the bullshit political analysis (i.e. political equivalent of sports commentary) that other editorialists try to put a serious face on.
Look at me - a politico. I could barf all over myself right now. I like it, but it's so damn dirty.