A Journalist?

You know I write a lot...albeit, not in the proper English form of what many would like...in real sentences...unfortunately, this is what my brain thinks...in fragments...still, does this not qualify me as a JOURNALIST?...why not?...do you have to go to a journalist school to get the title?...yea, so, the Horse thinks he coulda been a DJ, too...disc jockey...sat behind a mike, in a radio shack...and flipped the 45's and told interesting tales to whomever was out there, in radio land listening...is there a DJ school?...you see, I have wants and desires like many others...so, I do the blogging...was there a school for it?...of course, not...seems like I may be pigeon holed for being one...'ah, he is just a blogger'...wait a minute buster...for one to be semi-successful at this, you must be interesting...

Dig me outta this...you could be a broadcaster...is there a school for that?...I look at all them TV dudes and ladies who are...squaffed purnt near all the same...smile at the camera...do they all come from USC?...even worse (or better) is the idea of being a 'coach'...the NFL...like the epitome of football...them pros...take pride in the hiring of the 'coaches'...well, the owners do...and they have this penchant for hiring white dudes...this is another matter, for another blog (er, journalist entry)...the Colts...fired their bloke and then hired a sports DJ for their new guy....he didn't go to any coach school...just talked like he knew...yea, and he is white...

Shoot, anyone can run for Prez...look at Fonny...a TV celebrity, renowned for firing people...was there a school for this?...hardly...even deeper (?)...a judge...is there a school for that?...yes, there is for being a lawyer...but for being a judge?...naw, you just wing it...or they do...now don't get me wrong...there are positions in life that are real dandy...like how does one get the air of being 'knighted?'...guess ya gots to know someone...like in the know...if you belly up to a famous cat, you have a better chance of being knighted...but, only in Britain?...

Speaking of knowing someone...how do you get into the secret society?...the Elks and the like...you gotta know someone...I was told many years ago, that I would not fit in...ah, why?...not white enough...for one thing...that 'someone' for sure, would 'black ball' you...why is that gonna be a black ball?...why not red?...is there a school to being an elk?...I could go on...

The concept of qualifying...yes, the Horse has ordained himself ...as a Journalist...