Hunter Thompson Lives
Reading the rantings of Greenwich Round Up is a bit like spending time with your crazie Uncle Eddie, fresh from another unsuccessful round of electroshock therapy at Silver Hill. Always entertaining, equally confusing and crammed with HUGE HEADLINES, tuns of mispelings and nasty things to say about almost everybody. But always fun, so long as you're not on the receiving end.
And, to give Crazy Eddie his due, they guy is way ahead of the local press on issues like the Byram School fiasco, the bozos (okay, I used a picture of bonobos to depict them, but close enough) on our School Board, and the sad, escalating decline of our daily paper, Greenwich Time.
I disagree with him most of the time - I happen to support the new Stanwich School, for instance, even though I have no kids at that school and if I, as a disinterested person, can applaud their efforts it seems reasonable to assume that our P&Z's decision in favor of the project could be because reasonable people think it's a good idea, rather than because of bribery and corruption.
But so what? It's a fun read.