No Mercy at Mercy Healthplex

After last night's live blog entry nightmare, I woke this morning in a better mood, only to have my wounds reopened by Howard "mullet-head" Wilkinson. You know, Howie, just because you've been covering politics for 30 years doesn't mean you are allowed to wear a mullet. And judging from your own coke-bottle lens glasses, I'd say you and Charles Foster Kane were seperated at birth.

Last night, Mullet-head tried to corner me. He said, "Hey, Coldneck, will you give me a statement for tomorrow's story?"

I said, "What did you call me?"

"Coldneck," came Mullet-head's reply. Apparently he looks down upon anyone who doesn't have a mullet. "Now drop that newly-acquired and totally fake Boston accent and answer some questions, Coldneck."

I walked away.

Anyway, back to this morning. I opened the paper to this headline from Mullet-head:

Anderson GOP gives top rating to pair

Again, I called Shannon to demand that Father's slave-laborer/Official Censor begin redacting this story.

Shannon replied, "He didn't come in to work today."

"What?"

"He didn't come in today," came her reply. She sounded almost ashamed.

"WHAT???" I screamed, "FIRE THAT IDIOT AS SOON AS HE WALKS IN!!!"

Shannon said, "I can't, Pat. He quit. Lots of people quit last night."

"WHAT??? Why?"

"It's over, Pat. We aren't winning this race, we are in third place. And quite frankly, there isn't much you have to offer that will help us get in front."

I thought quietly to myself, then slowly hung up the phone without saying goodbye. I was momentarily stunned, but then my mind started racing. Should I fire Shannon?

Something to think about.