Ron Marr is the editor, publisher and janitor of Troutwrapper.com, an on-line, weekly newspaper dedicated to hunting down and publicly tormenting the humor impaired.

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January 15, 2010, 9:43 AM EST
So let me get this straight. Barack Obama wants to tax fifty banks, each with more than fifty billion dollars in assets, in order to make up for a shortfall in the $700 billion dollar bailout (Troubled Asset Relief Program . . . aka: TARP) authorized by George Bush?   This, despite the fact that the majority of banks which received an infusion of TARP funds have already paid back the money, with interest? Wow, he's a financial genius.  
November 18, 2009, 8:05 AM EST
I woke up this morning and stretched my aching limbs. You see, I’ve been running the chain saw quite a lot recently, bringing in the wood that will keep me from freezing during what promises to be a cold and wet Ozark winter.    I engage in this task not just for myself, and not just for the benefit of Boris, my blind and ancient Alaskan malamute. Hardly . . . I am imbued with a much greater purpose, an overwhelming sense of global obligation.  
October 26, 2009, 5:53 AM EDT
I'm all for doctors. To me, there is no more valuable service on this earth than the professional care administered by a qualified practitioner of the medicinal arts. I don't particularly enjoy going to the doctor (they always lecture me about smoking), but I can't think of too many things more comforting than knowing that an experienced doc is close at hand should I get a treble hook in my eye, shoot myself in the thigh, or get my foot stuck in mouth.  
October 22, 2009, 9:48 AM EDT
Having worked in, on, and around newspapers for over two decades, I can say with some authority that the vast majority of reporters, editors, and publishers are about as sharp as a pound of wet leather. The general consensus amongst their fraternity is, quite simply, that readers are too addle-brained to know what is good for them.  
July 7, 2008, 8:28 PM EDT
What the man told me, the only thing I recall, went something like this.