Ron Mon wins first annual TravelGolf.com Kiss Up of Year Award
TravelGolf.com blogger arcane Ron Mon fell in love with someone else’s blog post recently. So much so that you wanted to double check that he wasn’t really a 15-year-old girl living in Kentucky posing as this 40ish something white guy from Buffalo (in other words the opposite of most Internet lies).
Ron Mon wrote, “Bravo. As any discerning reader can … well, discern, your blog is not about golf. Rather, it assesses how a thirty-year old man, formerly a prodigee, constructs his life in the face of, well, life. There is no loophole in the points you make, nor the questions you raise. Wish I had been perceptive enough to conceive this one!”
Who’s blog brought out this trip over yourself and faint praise?
None other than Executive Editor Mark Nessmith’s. In other words, the blog of the Big Boss, the Major Cheese, the Whole Chalupa (and believe me he’s had a few whole chalupas) of the entire operation. What a
Ron Mon thinks the boss is brilliant. Yes, that Ron Mon is really a daring outside the rectum … er, box … thinker. Apparently, he keeps his position as a high school golf coach by waxing his principal’s car every other Saturday and cutting the athletic director’s grass on Wednesday nights.
Are you applying for the job of foot massager at one of Nessmith’s sprawling European castles, Ron Mon? You couldn’t be any more in bed with the boss if you were Phil Jackson.
Now, any journalist knows this goes against the time honored practice of tweaking the coal-miner minded suit at the top in print at every opportunity. I personally try to enlighten readers about Nessmith’s ridiculous orders, crazy quirks (Having to call him Your Highness on the phone is a little much) and decrees at every chance.
Say it ain’t so Ron Mon!
I’ve actually been a fan of many of Ron Mon’s blog replies. Especially since he seems to have a gift for making TravelGolf.com’s Tim McDonald so upset that McDonald comes across like an Octogenarian who forgot to take his meds - think Uncle Junior - in his fiery messages back.
Oh wait, McDonald practically is an Octogenarian who probably has forgotten to take his medication. Still good show for Ron Mon.
But this wipes it all away. Almost literally.
Smithers called Ron Mon. He’s looking for your tips on how to get closer to Mr. Burns.
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