In Augusta, They Don't Ask if There Are Crazy People in Your Family - They Just Ask Which Political Party They Belong to

I finally understand something about former editor Tom Grant that eluded me for the past five years. You know all these crazy people he had writing for us? I won't name names, but let's just say that they're socially challenged. So, anyway, this week, they've all come out of the asylum.

• One acted like a complete drunken fool at a recent event (the Black Panthers? Really?)
  
• One left a mile-long racist rant in our whine line (no, we're not going to print it)
• One has decided to engage in advocacy for bee venom therapy, despite the complete lack of empirical evidence to back it up (but, hey, go ahead and sting yourself with bees all you want)
  
• And one is pairing with the Queen Crazy in town to attack "the powers that be [that] continue to control the media in this local area for their agenda... The dogs are there for reason to sit in front of the big house." (Because we're all being controlled, people. CONTROLLED!! I am writing this blog with a gun to my head! Help me!)
  

Tom didn't take pity on them, in their insanity, to help them to learn and build their resumes - and even to help normalize their reputations. He kept them in control! Now that he's gone, there is no one to watch them!

I foresee bloodshed in the office...