Not to mention that other rare quality proudly possessed by so many; love to hate. Comes with the turf. The Star’s Jason Whitlock, for example, has made something approaching a career out of pimping readers. Some love the big lug, less so others. The trick: get the haters to read you. Therein lie the six-figure paychecks.
One of the cherries high atop of the columnist ice cream cone are the folks who like to read between the lines and ferret out hidden motives and truths.
They know,trust me. They own the window into my and every other public figure’s soul.
Such was obviously the case with the anonymous posters on Gateway City Radio who breathed life into my personal Super Sunday by unleashing the following series of posts under the headline if you will,