By Gordon Duff, Senior Editor
Start the morning with a parable of types.
You have a bully in a school yard. He continually robs other children, gets more and more violent, year after year. The incidents are continual, theft, bullying, knifings, he even brings a gun to school and shoots a teacher.
However, nothing is done. You see, years before his great-grandmother was run over by a taxi crossing the street. Whenever he does something wrong and is taken to the principal’s office or even the police station, he starts crying, even though the blood on his hands is not his own, “my granny is dead.”
One day a new principal is hired and expels our little tyrant. Suddenly an army of “grannies,” some former street walkers, one or two convicted child torturers, most found to not exist at all go to the local newspaper. You see, the local paper is owned by one of the group, actually her husband once owned it but was mysteriously poisoned.
Granny Hater School Official Molests Child
Yes, Ellie the Weasel is dead but we want proof.