Boy that sure is bad

With this revived interest in a journalism career and at the behest of a friend disguised as an anonymous commenter, I've been digging through my old Gonzaga pieces. Good GOD are the older ones wordy--yes much wordier than this blog. The more recent ones aren't as bad. Seems to be that the section I wrote for switched to an Onion format half way through the year so I had to emulate journalistic prose rather than just spouting poppycock--which is fine in private, but has no place in our society.
 
So I'm still on the fence about posting my articles here . . .
 
Oh but I have been writing a sociological treatise on why I'm such a horrible failure and why I'll never amount to anything.
 
Stay tuned.