Speed Gibson

I'm a little behind the reaction to the Minneapolis Star Tribune's editorial supporting U.S. Senator Dick Durbin to the letter. By Tuesday, it had drawn rebuke on several national radio talk shows, including Rush Limbaugh. I think it's fair to say that our paper has now passed The Los Angeles Times to be the worst major city daily in the United States.

I'll be catching up over the next day or two, but meanwhile, here's a little parody I put together while on vacation, sung to Tracy Byrd's "The Truth about Men".

The Truth About The Strib

We don't like to do fact checking.
We don't care what's for real.
We just like to print whatever we like,
And watch you wingnuts squeal.
When you fill out your taxes,
And say, "Isn't this rate too high?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie
And say, "Nope, look's just right."

That's the truth about The Strib.
That's the stuff we like to do.
We like to tax and spend without any end,
Regulate your smoking, too!
And no matter how hard you fisk us
When you come blogging in,
We aren't wrong; we aren't sorry,
And it's probably going to happen again.

We hate watching "Fox News Sunday".
We like Rather, and Channel Four.
Jump up and down like fools when they pass the new rules
Down on the Senate floor.
We don't really want to talk issues,
Dodging all those facts.
The only reason we do is because it leads to
The election of Democrats.

Yes, that's the truth about The Strib,
Where only liberals tread.
We'd rather pretend we're smart and our wisdom impart
Than dwell on the flaws in our unsigned Op-Ed's.
And though we might support you
Every now and then,
We aren't wrong; we aren't sorry,
And it's probably going to happen again.

See, we know what you're all thinking.
It's really so bourgeois.
It's just something cold at Keegan's
And a whole lot of trivia.

Well, that's the truth about The Strib.
Where we're all deep in ... thought.
Our ideas don't work, but the blame we shirk,
Claiming that it's all your fault!
And regardless what we publish
When we come opining in,
We aren't wrong; we aren't sorry,
And it's probably going to happen again.

We aren't wrong; we aren't sorry,
And it's probably going to happen again.
Sure, it's going to happen.
You know it's going to happen.
And that's the truth about The Strib.