Why do I publish The McHale Report? Because I'm cursed! A superior being relegated me to keeping Brownsville accountable. This is not a high calling. Do you think I enjoy the county judge and the rest of these ingrates cluttering my mind?
I should be writing poetry, short stories, novels. Instead, I occupy the lowly rank of The Brownsville Herald of the blogs.
I remember sitting in a Tampico bar and a man took a seat next to me and said that if I ever wanted a teaching job, Brownsville needed educators. Why didn't he say New York City or Miami? Why didn't I return to California? Because this superior being had a much smaller vision for me.
Am I complaining? No. I had the runoffs to amuse myself. I'll write my early predictions based on the latest STIJA poll for the county contests. There will be an article or two about a candidate or two.
With the campaign season never ending, the time is always right for free-flowing bullshit. Perhaps I'll discover my genius. More likely, I'll find myself writing about the eternal elections.
When a superior being condemns you to hard labor, there's not much you can do but accept your sentence.
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