
Writing in the
“Strictly Digital” (not even to be seen in birdcages) Long Island Press, that fine
purveyor of “sports and alternative political news”, Ms. Franchi barfs out an impassioned
editorial. The LIP incredibly miscategorizes her dreck as news. Actually, it’s not even much of an editorial,
as it contains all the logic and cohesive thought of a bum’s
screaming fit with his shoe.
No, I’m not
going to link to that steaming pile of vomitus. I’ve made the proper
attributions: if you feel you must abuse your frontal lobes, Google it
yourself.
Her editorial
is largely a series of declarative statements, organized together by -- as far as I can
tell -- commas, periods, spaces and proximity. Her thoughts skitter across the
page like a drop of oil on too hot of a skillet. I tried to decipher several
of her sentences and only got closer to putting rum in my coffee. Many of her
statements are obviously incorrect or wild-eyed stretches of the vernacular. She
even invokes bloody-shirt mouthpiece Richard Martinez, and “his simple(minded)
plea of #notonemore.” The parenthetical is mine.
I subjected
myself to Franchi’s derp in order to better understand the opposition’s
thoughts and motivations. She's an insignificant player, but typical of the breed. I’m left wondering; “How do these people dress themselves in the morning?”