What To Say?
By Shel Desormeaux

Every month, I’ve got to write an editorial.  Doesn’t matter what it’s about, we’ve all got to do it.  We do, and I’d be willing to bet that it’s probably one of the first or last things we write, we give it so little thought.

But this time, the weird has happened.

I have nothing to say.

It’s true. I’ve been sitting here for two flippin’ hours, drawing a blank.  I got nothin’.  I guess I’m too preoccupied with work and magazine stuff and family and friends and my recent lack of exercise and – honestly – the upcoming election.

By the time this goes up, the US will be starting another term with the president of their ‘choice.’  And here I sit in front of my TV and PowerBook, in my little basement apartment in Toronto, afraid to watch CNN or even The Daily Show.  I’m watching The Simpsons.  It’s the one where Moe gets plastic surgery.  Poor, poor Moe.

Hey! ‘King of the Hill’ is on next.  I wonder which one.  My favorite episode is the one where Hank gets the butt implants.  Ha! Priceless!

Yeah, yeah. I’m going to check.  I don’t want to, but I’m going to.

Good luck in the next four years, everybody.  In advance.

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