Butchered. Ravaged. Molested.

That's what my editor did to my article. I really don't ask for much! I mean, fucking make it make sense at least. So I was a little over the word count... CAN YOU AT LEAST READ WHAT YOU'RE CUTTING OUT?!?! Doesn't anyone understand how utterly terrible it makes me feel that my paper that pillaged into something that not even I, the writer, can be proud of? Does the novelist who is torn to bits by the editor not have the right to feel pride in his creation? Does the poet ne'er appreciated until he is dead and gone not have the privilege of feeling adequacy in his work? Why not me? I have nothing left of the article to be proud of... so you, Editor, say that tis "not a big deal", that I should be more wary of my "own personal editing" next time... I spit at your feet.

And, yes, I DO bite my thumb at you good sir.

Good Day, Good Afternoon, and Good Night.

--One Hell'uva Pissed-Off News Staff Writer.