Followup to
my brush with reportage. It turns out that this week's "Speaking out around the Island" topic is...
get ready for it
Who's your favorite president?
No, I'm not making this up; it really is
that lame.
This smells of editorial clampdown, as in heaven forbid we actually ask an interesting, provocative question and actually risk offending people. And, of course, three of the six answers are "Ronald Reagan".
So what was that about liberal media bias, again?
(upper-crust accent): Not on MERCER ISLAND, silly fellow. What say we gather Biff and Muffy and go play some golf?
I, of course, can't remember much about it other than the fact that the ducks would come onto the patio to bite me... oh, and I wore miniskirts with go-go boots.
You sure about that? The webpage is dated today, after all. (Granted, this isn't the first time I've seen papers/magazines with funky dating).
Damn, I guess that means I have another week to find out whether they're lame or not.
P, on the other hand...