My friend Sean Higgins appropriately captures the spirit of my reply to the Charleston (W.Va.) Gazette, which has neither retracted last week's odious editorial or responded to my e-mail.
They underestimate me, as is their privilege. No one thought I'd actually drive 575 miles to the site where Bill Sparkman's body was found in Kentucky -- but I did. No one thought I'd bring Track-A-'Crat to a wedding in Pittsburgh -- but I did.
And if the editors of the Gazette think they'll never regret their idiocy . . . dear readers, hit the tip jar. Charleston, W. Va., is en route to Clay County, Ky., and I may be going back in a week or two.
BTW, Michelle Malkin's latest column mentions the Sparkman case.
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Aim for their kneecaps, Stacy! Take your time and savour the moment.
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