Dept. of Freudian Slips

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INSIDERS WHO LIVE IN GLASS HOUSES...

We received a number of responses to yesterday's post on the campaign shenanigans of Rudy Mann and Zephyr Tate-Mann. Our minds must have been on the proposed changes in the dog-walking rules at Padua Park when we were composing Friday's bit.

From the mailbag (or dootiebag, as the case may be):

DATE: Fri, February 11, 2011 10:36:00 AM
SUBJECT: Don't be The Courier
TO: Claremont Buzz

Hi Buzz -

You’ll probably want to edit today’s post (or at least clarify what the Manns are actually doing while they walk):

We hear, but haven't been able to confirm, that the Manns and company will be out walking in two sh*ts from 10:30am to 12:30pm and 1:30pm to 3:30pm, so keep your eyes peeled.

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DATE: Fri, February 11, 2011 10:32:53 AM
SUBJECT: Freudian Slip or Precision in Reporting?
TO: Claremont Buzz

For local politics I like the Insider. You usually hit the nail on the head. But I almost spilled my coffee when I read the following quote:

"We hear, but haven't been able to confirm, that the Manns and company will be out walking in two sh*ts from 10:30am to 12:30pm..."

I would like to see that, although I probably would hold my nose. Keep up the good work.

And there were a few more along the same lines.

All we can say is, "Guilty as charged." Forgive the flub and thanks, readers, for pointing out the slip. The Courier, unlike the Insider, is a professional operation, so we strongly doubt that such gross errors (sorry) ever make it to their newsstands.

We at the Insider aren't quite in the same league as Robert Barker and Martin Lucas, the English royal printers who were responsible for the so-called Wicked Bible. Ah, but a blogger's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a Blogspot for?

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- George Abbott, Archbishop of Canterbury