Jason Whitlock's July 20th article, "Welcome back to the Truths", embodies everything I find tasteless and hackneyed in modern American journalism. These ten 'truths' are, obviously, not truths at all. They are ten ludicrous pot shots cranked out by a fat, ignorant puppet whose strings are pulled by a system that not only tolerates sensationalism, but actually encourages it. The tragedy, of course, is that by taking the time to rant into this little text box, I am only further justifying the publication of this filth. I read it, found it abhorrent, and chose to speak up, thereby proving that I was successfully provoked into doing so. Though it has to say *something* that I've never felt compelled to write in and gripe about something that Bill Simmons produced. I should also be openly conscious of the fact that Page 2 is and (to my knowledge) always has been a section of this site designed specifically to feature comically outlandish content. I suppose I just feel that Whitlock in particular seems to have a difficult time delivering his jokes in a manner that doesn't suggest that he's one hundred percent serious. Here's a guy that less than a year ago was whining - right here on Page 2, no less - that Terrell Owens was underpaid and deserved our respect, and now makes it a point to mention how deeply his distaste for #81 runs. I don't know--I'm probably overreacting. It's just frustrating that (like with so many other things) a childish, no-talent individual presumably continues to collect a paycheck for content that I wouldn't have the gall to spit out on my most wicked of benders. This phrase alone should result in - at the very least - a firm, forceful slap across the back of Whitlock's bloated head: "I hope Packers fans are happy they're holding Favre hostage in Green Bay rather than allowing him to finish his career with dignity in a winning environment." Interesting comment, considering Favre himself said on multiple occasions that he neither wanted to play for nor could imagine himself wearing the uniform of a team other than the Green Bay Packers. Lost on Whitlock, I guess, but I'm sure he's plenty busy reporting the exploits of the powerhouse Royals. Now, I somehow doubt this will reach Whitlock's eyes from here, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction of finding one more distempered e-mail in his inbox, so if whoever reads this sees him waddling around the office (or the nearest cotton candy stand, assuming there is no 'office'), tell him I said he's an idiot. Much obliged.
V. R. Bryant
