My name is Carole Callaghan, and I hate the New York Times.

So I've never really liked the New York Times. They are way to liberal and self-important. But on Friday the went beyond being a liberal fish rag with one of their editorials. I now find that paper to be so pathetically bad that I don't find it worthy of holding up fish guts. Using their paper for gutting fish is insulting to the decapatated fish community. My ire is based on an editorial about Sharon Keller which had so many factual errors that it would be easier to count the words that were correct than to summarize the downright lies the opinion contained. And I bet I could count the accurate words without resorting to my toes. Normally I would post a link to the offending article, but I'm not going to up the web hits to the NYT by making it easy for my readers to go there. If you want to seek it out, go ahead, but be forewarned that in some way, you are supporting their unethical and reprehensible behavior.

I'd call out the author of the article as being a liberal gossip-monger, but he/she is too slimy and chicken-shit to even post his/her name. So I'll just assume that he/she speaks for the entirety of the NYT and go on being repulsed by the newspaper as a whole. These people give journalism a bad name. No wonder people don't want to buy the paper anymore.

At any rate, I have to go prepare for court, but I wanted to let everyone know that you should NEVER believe what you read from the NYT. God forbid you rely on something they say. Because chances are likely, if not highly probable, that they are leading you astray.

UPDATE: Some anonymous reader commented that I would have more credibility if I would cite to at least one fact that the article got wrong. Here is my response:

When talking about her stating that the clerk's office closes at five, the author wrote "She did not follow appropriate procedures."

The clerk's office closes at five. It's mandated by state law. There are procedures for filing after hours, which were not utilized by Richard's attorneys. Thus, regardless of how you feel about her empathy for Richard, she most certainly did follow appropriate procedures.

Fat people and sportswear

I feel as though I am somewhat of an authority on fat people. I've had years to fully explore and develop my knowledge base first hand. But I'm not quite as well-informed when it comes to working out. Frankly, I suck at it. But, I want to see the world through the eyes of a skinny person (or at least a skinnier person), so I find myself having to enter the unknown world of real exercise.

This exploration has prompted me to purchase some new clothing. You know, clothing that's work-out appropriate. And let me tell you, the people who make work-out clothes must all firmly believe that fat people should either go on being fat, or exercise nude. Because they do not make clothing to fit fat chicks. Even sports bras that are supposed to be my size leave much to be desired.

I tried on some different things today at Sports Authority. One item was a sports bra in my size (which is really really big). I loosened the straps as far as they would go, and the bottom of the bra just barely reached the top of my tits. Seriously. Who the hell are they making these things for? People without shoulders? Circuis freaks? I feel like writing Champion and telling them that they can stop making them because the people who actually have boobs that high up on their chests don't need bras. Fake tits hold themselves up.

As for the shorts and shirts, the goal of work-out clothing appears to be "make fat people go away by forcing them to stand in front of those long-ass mirrors that line the walls of every athletic club in the free world and stare at their rolls of fat until they decide the better option is to kill themselves." The one benefit to these clothes is that some of them are so hard to get in and out of (think sports bras) that I am pretty sure I lost weight just trying them on. My new strategy is to go try clothes on for at least an hour every day. I should be skinny in no time.