This weeks Brancaccian idiocy: He talks about a subject he plainly knows nothing about -

Journalism.

In the overall scheme of things, Brancaccio's column this week is one of the more self-flagellating this ego-maniac has ever done.

He rather stupidly starts by indicating he got a job getting coffee for the guy who started USA Today.

First, no one cares around here about the guy who started USA Today.

Second, no one cares that you carried his luggage on a 6-month long trip.  Clearly, if, as you babble, the trip was "life changing," the cumulative impact was a change to the worse.  Brancaccio's mention of his bell-boy service to this guy was just another episode of him breaking his own arm to show us how important he thinks he is.

But THEN, he babbles about the utterly unimportant Pearson Museum debacle that our own congresscritter has screwed up beyond belief.

That's his privilege.  His foil is Elson Strahan, who naturally believes that he's going to do to him what he's typically done to all those who oppose his view: lie.

I know what Elson is feeling: I sent him the truth when he tried to wreck my life and he wasn't interested; in fact, he ignored it, and then poked and prodded me via email to get a rise out of me that he could pruint as a part of his hatchet job: it's the scummy kind of thing Brancaccio is known for.

He's a proven bully of the playground variety.  Elson's mistake, as is anyone's, is talking to Brnacaccio or anyone else connected with that used toilet paper he runs.

Elson has to understand that in the end, the most important thing to remember is that he... and that despicable rag he runs, just aren't that important.

No one cares what the rag has to say.  No one cares what he has to say.

Those he's attacked, such as myself, Brent Boger, Don Benton, Peter Van Nortwick, Ann Rivers and the like have, actually, survived quite well, Brancaccio's best efforts notwithstanding.

Elson will do the same.

Here's the thing, Lou: you're just not that important.

The irony of all of this, however, meets new heights when he begins to babble about a subject he clearly know nothing about: Journalism.

Journalism 101 will tell you a reporter is much better served asking too many questions than too few questions. Here's one example. Strahan says this in his email:

Lou Brancaccio has raped and tortured "journalism" into an unrecognizable shadow of it's former self here locally.

In so many ways... from his successful efforts to screw the people of Vancouver over downtown redevelopment; to his lies regarding the CRC scam, repeated over and over and over again; to using his soapbox to attack his personal opponents, to lying in support of his issues, (The ballpark scam and the CRC Rip off come to mind.) to his now years-long cover up over the idiocy concerning Jim Jacks' alcohol-fueled harassment of female staff in the House of Representatives.... to his failure to demand a voice for the people on the CRC Scam... a failure based entirely on his desire to see this project put into place and not on any desire to serve this community fairly or honestly.... Brancaccio has dishonored "journalism," far beyond the point where he should just spare us and stop talking about it... given that his actions clearly ignore any knowledge on the subject.

Elson's mistake here is believing that the truth would make any difference to Brancaccio (It doesn't) or that Brancaccio cares about any of the damage his reliance on falsity or exaggeration or the rank hypocritical pettiness that runs his life may cause.

Since he hasn't been held accountable for the pain he's attempted to inflict on so many for so many years, this kind of thing is inevitable.

But I won't be reading his article, because frankly, with the huge problems facing this community that make the museum debacle insignificant in comparison, I just don't care.  If Elson Strahan were portrayed in this rag as an axe murderer, I wouldn't care.

As much as the Pearson Museum debacle has been blown out of proportion in importance and as much as the rag has blown Jaime Herrera's idiotic, knee-jerk response to it out of proportion with her idiotic, DOA-in-the-Senate grandstanding play bill to rip this facility out of the Park Service's control, you'd think he'd matter.

You would be wrong.

When you're an undisciplined child with a weapon, the results are inevitable.  And in this case: few care about anything related to the rag except to hope for a way to speed up the ultimate demise of this cancer on our community, because, in the end, we are far better off without any paper than we are with this one... and maybe its because its editor knows as much about "journalism" as he does performing a frontal lobotomy.