|Hey, Steven Thrasher, I know we've never met, and all, but this is me. Cheers, pal!|
Yesterday, veteran Voice
scribe Steven Thrasher apparently spent a good chunk of his day kvetching about me
in the form of a lengthy blog post, in which he called me a racist.
He then challenged me (without ever actually speaking to me -- or replying to multiple emails -- of course) to some sort of pissing match under the guise of the Voice's
grand tradition of in-house bickering.
While I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing than responding to Mr. Thrasher's uber-public request for a fight, I'm not one to turn down a good pissing match.
Before we get started, however, I don't think we've been properly introduced...
My name's James King -- I'm the new guy here at the Voice
and I'll be covering politics, crime, and any other nugget of local news I find interesting enough to share with our adoring audience. However, if you're looking for a news blog full of kitten videos
, I'm not your guy.
I was born and raised in New York (despite Mr. Thrasher's insistence on showing me "how we roll in New York," I've actually been here before), but have spent the last six years living in Phoenix, Arizona, the last three of which I spent pissing off Hells Angels
, laughing at Governor Jan Brewer
, and making the life of America's most racist sheriff, Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio, as miserable as fucking possible
-- all while working for the Voice's
sister paper, the Phoenix New Times.
While some of my new colleagues here in the Big Apple have taken me out for drinks to offer advice, give me the lay of the land, and help me settle in, Mr. Thrasher decided to treat me like the new kid who farted in a seventh grade English class -- he rolled out the welcome mat with nothing but insults, again, without ever having met me, or having the cojones
to bash me to my face. More »