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So Tim…what were trying to cover up here?
Why did you not want to spend time with this story but you were more than happy to bash a high school. Ethics…You teach ethics?
—from Dallas Blog/Rick Perry
I remembered Rogers saying something fishy when talking about FrontBurner’s coverage of the rumor that Rick Perry was gay, and it gives insight into the way things are done over at D.

“We’re not going to spend a lot of time tracking stuff down like that because that sounds like real work. That sounds like making phone calls. That sounds like maybe asking for documents and we’re not going to beat the daily press — radio, television and newspapers — to the story,” Rogers said. “So, we could waste a week tracking that stuff down and then it shows up in the newspaper and we’ve wasted all our time doing it. So, we kind of report stories like that — if you want to call it reporting — passively.”

Rogers said there are approximately 200 people who email tips to FrontBurner. He said he knows which tipsters are trustworthy and “kinda” knows where they work.

“Is that ethical? I don’t know,” Rogers said. “I don’t know these people. A lot of them I haven’t met face to face.”

I can’t wait for Good Christian Bastards to hit the shelves!

Scene: A balcony overlooking downtown Dallas at night. In the distance the murmur of traffic.
Seated left in an expensive leather chair, Tim Rogers. To his right in a matching chair, Steve Blow. A table stands between them, and on the table a decanter of scotch. They are dressed in pin-stripe suits, holding glasses and really large cigars. Smoke drifts across the scene. From time to time they raise their glasses in a toast.
Tim: Well, Steve, we did it again.
Steve: Yeah. We did.
Tim: I wrote. Then you wrote. Then I wrote again. Smooth as clockwork.
Steve: Or did I write first, then you wrote? I always forget.
Tim: It’s all right, Steve.
Steve: Works every time, though, doesn’t it.
Tim: It does. Let’s drink to that.
Steve: Sleep over?
Tim: I’ll drink to that, too.
Fade out. Roll credits.

@ Bill: I wouldn’t want to come between Blow and buddy Ragland. But the scotch part sounds good.

I think you should continue splitting hairs, Tim, day by day, week by week, until Steve Blow’s patience has been so sorely tried that he explodes in rage. I mean, c’mon, it’d be funny — like seeing Mr. (Fred) Rogers shoot the bird in traffic or something.

Wick has many leather-bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany.

Bethany, have you come down with a nasty case o’ the schizophrenia? I happen to like it; love it. (I’m especially heartened, well, relieved, at all events, that you’re “not even mad.”)

But if you should seek relief from this pesky malady, I advise you to take five Scotches and call me in the morning.