Who is Americaís greatest writer? Is it Hunter Thompson? Mark Twain? How about Ed Anger?
If youíve never heard of Mr. Anger, donít feel bad. Most people havenít. Ed
Angerís writing is found exclusively within the pages of the greatest tabloid
of all time, The Weekly World News. His column, ďMy AmericaĒ chronicles the
life and opinions of the last red-blooded, hard drinking, meat-eating real
Heís a veteran of The Korean war with a metal plate in his head, a portrait of
John Wayne in the den, an American flag flying from itís pole in the front
yard, and a wife in the kitchen - where she belongs. He rallies against the
communist scum and weak willed, flag burning nancy-boys who want to undermine
Godís favorite country, the U S of A, and all that it stands for. He doesnít
take lip from anyone. Here is a short excerpt from one of his many hundreds of
thousands of rantsÖ
I'm madder than a rooster in an alarm clock factory over the way my
stupid neighbor treats his kids.
The nitwit has decided he doesn't want the little brats to watch TV, for
Pete's sake! Now, I agree with him that some of the junk they try to pass off
as entertainment these days is enough to make a grown man throw up.
But it's not the shows that my neighbor's whining about -- it's the
His attitude is totally un-American, if you ask me. Commercials are what
makes our nation great.
Taken from Ed Angerís column entitled ĎPeople Who Donít Watch TV
Commercials Are Pinko Commies!" courtesy, Weekly World News.
There are many long-time Anger readers who swear that because of the many years
Ed has been writing, and the fact that there are no known photographs of Ed,
that Ed isnít real, that there have been many people over the years who have
written under this pseudonym. I donít believe this to be totally true. Instead,
I believe he is the sum of a team of writers.
I take this point of view, because it really isnít all that easy spewing
boiling over-the-top reactionary writing for very long. Iíve tried following
Edís writing formula. I could only keep it up for a handful of days, before
pangs of guilt set in and all my friends were refusing to speak to me. I
figure that in order to stave off these feelings of remorse that will
eventually set in, a team of talented writers sit down every Monday, and pick a
subject out of a hat. Whatever the subject, itís assigned it to one writer.
After a day or two, the person will begin to worry that somewhere in the world,
someone may actually take the Ed Anger column seriously. At that point, another
writer will jump in, picking up where the first has stopped. By the time
deadline arrives, a brand-new Anger article has been produced.
In conclusion, I invite you to sit back, relax, put on a copy of John Wayne
(the musical group from Texas, not the actor, but hey, if that floats your
boatÖ) and enjoy the hard labor that goes into Edís column each week.