A spectacular column today in the Herald by Howie Carr “Howie Carr to hater: Bring it” in which he reveals he is a deeply misunderstood man, explains that is trying to leave his employer, and builds up BlueMassGroup.com to such a position of towering dominance — perhaps we are, in his mind, frightening thought though that is — that he assumes readers immediately know the website he is talking about when he sets “Ernie Boch III” and “Charley on the MTA” straight. I guess we know now who is lurking on Facebook waiting to hit fan 600 and get a free mug.
One imagines a white haired gentleman clad in an elegant blue blazer bent in concentration over his keyboard on a backyard patio overlooking a pool behind a gracious home in leaf-strewn Wellesly. Touching.
I guess they want me out of that AM radio station. Now, that’s funny, because what do these Birkenstock-wearing vegans think I’ve been trying desperately to do for the last, oh, four years?
A work environment like that would make anyone irritable.
The comments to the article reveal a mixture of basic confusion about essential elements of reality, angst, and evident dyspepsia that echo the parent piece. Each one is precious. What do you think of Mr. Carr’s latest literary contribution? Is this his finest work to date, or are there other gems worthy of that distinction.