The other day I was driving on the interstate south of Augusta, in Maine. I had to take a crap, so I pulled into the first decent looking rest room. I ran into the stall, sat down, and what did I see? Glenn Baxter's name, phone number and email address, scrawled in crayon on the wall. Glenn Baxter, , 207-495-2215. And right underneath, a message saying, "Expert at intimate favors to men and little boys." For a minute I wondered what kind of grafitti artist would refer to your standard B J or rim job as intimate favors, then I got pretty angry.

This is America damn it! Glenn Baxter from Belgrade Lakes Maine may be the biggest homo on the planet, and people say he diddles littles boys. People say he's a liar, a thief, a con man, a no good qrming mama's boy who barely squeaked through high school. People say a lot of things about Glenn Baxter.

I don't know if any of it's true. But I do know this. If Baxter is a pedophile, or any of the hundred bad things so many people are saying about him, it's nobody's business but his!

If he's no better than a thief and a common criminal, let the police arrest him. If he's into deliberate interference and breaking FCC rules, let the FCC deal with him. Why do so many people have to belittle him and call him a fool, a liar, a charlatan? Whatever happened to the American habit of rooting for the little guy? He's pretty short you know! Have YOU ever met him?

I digress. What I'm saying is this. If you have personal knowledge that Glenn Baxter is a criminal, by all means, call the police, or whoever is in charge of the particular crime you think he committed. But don't get on the internet and call Glenn Baxter a filthy, stinking, pedophilic piece of dog excrement. It's not nice. And it may not even be true, despite EVERYTHING you've heard.

Give Glenn Baxter a break people. Call him and tell him you support his right to call decent people Nazis. Tell him you support his right to fight with Walter Cronkite, Riley, Leo Meyerson, Collins, QRZ, or whoever he's suing this week.

All I'm saying is; the weak-minded, feeble, foolish, and insane need love too!

This has been another editorial minute. Until next time, I'm Johnny Johnston.