Lexington's answer to Al Sharpton.

Lexington's answer to Al Sharpton is Lexington Herald-Leader columnist Merlene Davis. But unlike Al, Merlene limits spreading her myopic misery and ever-present "The white folks are once again keeping the black folks down..." mentality to the poor fools who bother to routinely read her crap, er, um, column. I actually now wait for situations like this to occur, just to see how quickly Merlene manufactures her "woe is us" and vitroilic view of the situation (if not the facts). Merlene will never be as witty, interesting, or entertaining as Maureen Dowd but is she as definitely as predictable as night following day.

Whether or not people like Sharpton and Davis actually believe what they love to shovel or not we will never really know, but you have to factor in that by continually doing so, they remain employed in one sense or the other. The oldage once again applies: "When in doubt, follow the money trail." Mud-slinging equates to money in their bank accounts, no doubt about it.

Davis, not unexpectedly, immediately concluded that blacks in New Orleans were intentionally aided slower than people in other previous disasters strictly because they are black. No surprises there to anyone who knows or reads Merlene.

I can't help myself from offering retort from time to time by sending a letter to the editor in reply to her more outlandish columns. Here is what I sent this past week in response to her New Orleans' column. Whether or not the "Lexington Horrid Liberal" actually prints it, only time will tell. Sometimes they do print my LTE, sometimes they don't.

Letter to the Editor, Lexington Herald-Leader: For someone who spends so much of her time jumping to conclusion, running off at the mouth, racing around to recognize racism, and enthusiastically climbing onto George Bush’s back, Merlene Davis’ newspaper photo seems to indicate she is rather out of shape--in addition to simply being out of touch with reality. Perhaps some day she will hopefully be told to shape up or ship out. I prefer she do the latter.

Let’s face it, if George Bush ate an ice cream sandwich, good ol’ mud-slinging Merlene would immediately accuse him of enjoying the vanilla while disliking the chocolate.

And I’m still waiting for the Lexington Herald-Leader to publish the first photograph of Merlene down in New Orleans lending a helping hand, rather than just sitting around her typewriter in Lexington shaking her fist in the air.