[Note: portions of this column have been fictionalize so that the Personnel Department would have an excuse to lay off the fact checker.]
The Chief (for you non-journalists, that's what we pros call the editor) invited me for a bit of balcony time and, before sitting down, I took a look at the magnificent view from this high up and thought about the figure of speech about "walking the plank."
"What's up?," I asked.
"Your columns haven't been very funny lately," he snarled (all editors snarl even when they are having a tender moment with their wife).
I hesitated.
"Come on, hurry up, give me an explanation fast. I have stuff to do," he snapped.
"The country is in a war which is an eight year old search for WMD's that do not now exist - nor have they ever existed, for that matter, the country is full of empty houses while the streets are full of homeless people asking for spare change, GM is also panhandling in a corporate sort of way, the stock market is singing the old Chubby Checker song that asks: 'How low can you go?,' a girl at the Berkeley Bowl asked for a donation to the San Francisco Homeless Services Coalition, but I had to promise a plug in my next column rather than a donation, and I'm supposed to make things seem funny?"
"That's your assignment. You seem to understand what you gotta do, so what's the problem? You're whining and sound like that old routine done by Eddie Lawrence"
"Well, I, um, . . ."
"Come on spit it out, whazamatta you?" he grumbles
"Well, I don't think there's much I can say in a column to give folks a good chuckle when the Prez is going to take troops out of a stalemate and move them to a fight in a country that has never been conquered." I responded.
"So what's the problem?" he snorts.
"Well, only Rush and a few dittoheads will think what's happening to the country is funny," I say.
"So write about something else, dummy." he huffs.
With that he dismisses me with the advice: "I expect a wonderfully funny column to be posted by the morning of Friday, March 6, 2009. You choose: either you do that or I'll have Ilse (she-wolf of the accounting department) prepare a buy-out package for you?"
So I warmed up the computer and started writing.
(Note: You can view every article as one long page if you sign up as an Advocate Member, or higher).
