Who's The Rube?

I received my monthly missive from the New York Tripe yesterday. They are searching further afield for that ever more elusive potential subscriber. I don't know. I probably won't subscribe again this time. This is the same "newspaper" that featured 146 front page articles about the humiliation suffered by prisoners at Abu Ghraib and not a single article about the humiliation suffered by my 8 year old nephew who was blindfolded, spun in circles and made to beat a paper donkey with a stick until candy fell out while his little friends laughted hysterically at him. Twenty nine front page articles about the United States Marine accused of murder in Haditha by John Murtha. When the charges were dropped for lack of evidence, it was reported by the NYT in a single paragraph on page 31.

They don't know very much about us hillbillys down here. We know everything about New York. So who's the rube?

As I always do, I opened the envelope and removed the postage-paid envelope from it. Then I stuffed their letter, their envelope and my latest golf scorecard into the postage paid envelope and put it back in the mailbox. They'll get it in a few days, courtesy of the efficient postal system we pay for. I wish more people would do what I do and return their unsolicited mail to the NYT. It is helpful and good for society on so many levels.

It keeps mailmen employed and out of trouble. Idle hands, you know.

It brings revenue in to Uncle Sam thru the Postal Service.

It contributes to the national recycling effort.

It helps keep Texas clean.

On the personal level it provides a sense of smugness you will find in no other beer at any cost.