Monday, October 24, 2005

Stillwater: Gazette Urges Readers To Speak Out About Beloved Ex-Columnist

From the Stillwater Gazette's Viewpoints Page (Monday, October 24, 2005):

"Thumbs up, thumbs down for the week that was

"Tell us what you really think. Several readers have made a conscious effort to tell us we were wrong to discontinue Bill Prendergast's column on Fridays.

"We want to know if others feel we made a mistake by no longer offering Prendergast a weekly column space.

"We strive to continue the integrity of this 135-year-old community newspaper. Your involvement as a reader helps with that goal. Write to us, even if you don't want to be published. We value your opinions!

"...Share your opinions with us. We can be reached by any of the methods (listed:)"

email: stwgztte@pressenter.com
fax: (651) 439-4713

Bill comments: "Several readers objected to me getting my ass kicked off the paper? Several? That's it? You mean more people responded to my "Which Honeymooners cast member would you have sex with?" survey--than wrote in to save my career? Wow, how inspiring is that? Not exactly the final scene from It's A Wonderful Life, is it? It's more like the scene where George Bailey jumps off the bridge. In fact, it's more like a scene where the townspeople push George off the bridge. Ah, well. Thanks to the Gazette for asking, anyway."

If you want to read the story of how Bill got fired, click on the posts so far:
"How I Got Fired, Chapter 83: A Rheinberger E-Mail Is Received!"
and
"Yeah, They Fired Me. Here's Why:"

2 Comments:

At 4:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

They just didn't know what they had until it was gone.

But we know what we want: We want BILL!

 
At 5:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Several readers objected to my brother's keeper? And the bridge. Thou shalt have hardened his heart, and the scene from It's A Wonderful Life, it's more like a thread of spices. And I pray thee? Several readers objected to my bone and his city of scarlet, that betwixt me. Two nations are in thy neighbor's. Now therefore, nor his maid-servant. Verily, well. Thanks to the smell of blood according to my ass, hearken to death. In fact, behold, and said unto you, well. In fact, is that? The men of spices. And the smiter and die.

 

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