Nevertheless there will always be a minority who will not get the point you are trying to make….

In a fistfight with a felon, my money’s on the big fat male cop.

There are more than likely many fat felons. Where did you take your courses on persuasive argument and Logic?

It used to be said (in Baltimore, at least) that female cops went to deadly force quicker because they’re less able to handle themselves in a fight.

Ah, so because people said it, it must be true. That old argument to the populace again. Anecdotes do not reflect the truth but an underlying bias.

I have a few anecdotes I have heard over the years that I could post here but because people like you would accuse me of racism, I won’t. That doesn’t excuse you, however, for your apparent sexism, a form of bigotry that you find to be acceptable. So much for you and your selective indignation. Your arguments are shallow, sophomoric, and transparent–as are you.

Regarding “Vault” copy… Can’t you read?

,,,,and you have to ask why people don’t take to you well.

They’d liked my writing in the high school columns, and invited me to spend a summer interning. I began with the bottom-of-the-heap news such as the obituaries and the Saturday religion page. During the summer, their political reporter was hired by The Seattle Times, and who do you think they asked to take his place? Me. Because they knew that I knew all about state politics, and a good bit about national politics, because I was such a nerdy political junkie.

Oh, the men in that place. They had liquor not just in their desk drawers but also in the glove compartment of the cars, where they’d go often.

My boss was the city editor with a great name, the kind that newspaper men used to have: Click Relander. And there i was, a GIRL, not even a woman yet.

They had me cover the state Republican convention held in the same small city where the newspaper was located. (Now, mind you, I knew Republicans well. Besides the fact that I only knew one Democrat ever before going to college, I started the first-ever statewide Teenage Republican groups, and we held a statewide convention that summer that I ran from the podium.) That weekend of the adults’ state convention, I sat through it all and took copious notes. I interviewed all of the major players. Because I was familiar with all of them, and their records, I deduced certain strategies being played out and a conflict that seemed to dominate the event.

That conflict. It became my lead. And my story was published on the front page of the newspaper with my byline.

On Monday, I saw an infuriated top Republican official storm through the room where we reporters all sat, and into the publisher’s office, slamming the door behind him. I saw Click Relander go into the room.

The publisher and Click were excoriated for publishing my story. I could hear that top Republican, he was yelling so loudly.

Click came out eventually and told me that the Republican was extremely unhappy with my lead. It was a conflict that was not to be mentioned, apparently. But Click told me that he stood by my story and that the publisher did too.

That was not easy for either man to do since they were Republicans too — hell, as i said, everyone for hundreds of miles around was Republican! — but they stood up for me. An 18-year-old girl, not yet a woman. And for my story.

What is the biggest regret of my life? Well, one of them? That I did not postpone college — even though it was Stanford — and stayed at that newspaper for another two or three years.

Click and those reporters taught me so much about reporting, about investigating, about checking sources, about the perfect way to write a news story.

UBM, I thought you might appreciate that old story. That was 1965. Now you know how old I am, don’t you. Hillary’s age.

Sadly, intervening events during my college years undid me emotionally, and i lost all my confidence. In 1969, I walked into the Seattle P.I., talked to a brusque editor, but he scared me and i couldn’t talk, and i just left. All the confidence was gone. I still could have written just as well at that time. But my belief in myself had dissipated so much, and then there was that nobody had taught me, beyond Click, how to be pushy and badger someone into giving me a job. If they said no, I thought they meant it and I didn’t push back. Oh well. I’ve had another kind of life and it’s been rich and wonderful.

And the life of a newspaper reporter is a tough one. It’s no wonder half those men kept bottles of liquor wherever they could squirrel them away. Every good reporter I’ve ever known got very cynical down the road.

Just a story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYdk26ezVio

and you sound angry in each post and a dictator.Hear it my way or else. Got a whip and a stick that end?

NO NEED FOR THAT FUD