While reading your most recent issue, I became engulfed with rage. Not at anything in particular, but at the pervasive socialist undertones that run through everything in your rag.
Up with art, down with business. Away with trade and keep taxing the rich. It’s all rather tiring.
Then it hit me. Centretown News has always been this way. We all know it’s produced by students — here one day, gone the next — so what’s the common thread, the one constant?
Publisher Klaus Pohle. The name is the only one on the masthead that was there six years ago when I moved to Centretown.
But it’s not the “news” he’s interested in, it’s pushing an agenda.
In Mr. Pohle’s perfect world, we’d all drive Volkswagens and eat poutine together like Tiananmen Square never happened.
Print this, I dare you. Prove me wrong. Prove this paper isn’t just Mr. Pohle’s private romper room.
John Bridle,
Queen Elizabeth Drive
Editor’s Note: We wonder if Mr. Bridle has noticed the price of Volkswagens lately.