In other news

Victor T. Anderson bought a new pair of cowboy boots.  You can read all about it in the Estes Park Trail-Gazette, whose new mission statement nowhere includes the words "we will strive to keep you constantly updated on the status of Victor T. Anderson's footwear choices".

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  If this were Elko, Nevada, or Lexington, Nebraska, or Buffalo, Wyoming, Victor T. Anderson's weekly poop sheet (meaning rancid diarrhea on the page, not the nautical bent) would probably be welcome.  I have no idea if they tolerate dreck and doggerel clogging their pages any more than any other place, but Estes Park, Colorado, has no agriculture to speak of, two failing community gardens, some vanity black Angus that wouldn't sell on the Chicago livestock market for anything near what they bring up here, and probably a couple of patches of carefully tended marijuana.

It reflects very poorly on Estes Park that (a) we have to constantly apologize to outside readers for Vic Walker's continued presence in our supposed "paper of record" and (b) the Estes Park Trail-Gazette is so bad off that they have to continue to run Vic's column, which could easily be generated each week by a computer with access to 12 words.  It makes Estes Park look like a bunch of hicks and rubes, and Vic's target audience, those too dumb to read, are not being reached.  If I wanted to reminisce about my non-existent agricultural upbringing, I would watch "Of Mice and Men", which is infinitely better and doesn't cause IQ drops worse than eating an entire wall of lead paint.

Mostly, if reflects poorly on Estes Park that everyone reading this knows I'm right, and is too lazy to do anything about it.  None of you.  If Estes Park had a shop that was an open festering wound just as you drove into town, would anyone do anything about it?  Would the merchant's association have another alcohol-fueled event to discuss how to deal with it?

Retire Vic Walker.  Please.  Someone.  You are an embarrassment to the written word, and you are scaring away tourists.  If you were a TV show, you would have been cancelled due to lack of any registered Neilsen audience two seasons ago.  You make my eyes hurt having to dart to the subsequent page when I forget where you appear, two places at once, every Friday.  T-G:  Consider filling the space with bad poetry.  Here's an example of writing 10,000 google times better than Ride Hard Walker:

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