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6 Thursday, July 17, 1997 Pahrump Valley Gazette i ,That evil is in the 00had,00ws of the past, I:00ougie? George Douglas McMurdo. Kind of has a nice ring to the name, I guess. Notice, however, that the little fella prefers the moniker of just "Doug." The "McMurdo" of course sounds like an early Detroit car maker that didn't make the cut. So, Doug titles his recent column "A Little Matter of Self-Respect." In all candor I hardly think self-respect drove Bill and Hillary to acquire residency at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Made Isaac Newton sleepless until he got a grip on gravity. Led Bonaparte across Europe with a quest to make a better France. McMurdo-- aka Doug --seems bent on looking back. Looking back never helped anyone gain ground, only slows down progress. Just check the book of Patton chapter one verse one (like in General George Patton). Methinks maybe Dougie carries too much baggage of times past and for him not so easily forgotten. Beginning that day -- that hot summer day -- in mid July 1960 in central Texas when the McMurdo infant was named George Douglas after those that came before. The family legacy of following and growing straight and tall didn't come easily for young Douglas. Incidents in Huntsville and Odessa were difficult. Probably still keeps family members awake at night. But, of course, boys will be boys. Regardless of the cost the bruises and the scars. Five years of being watched closely lest "Dougie do right" fall again to the constant temptation of the dreaded "Detroit Fever." In some cases the cure is nearly impossible. A move West seemed appropriate. New scenery. An effort not to look back. A clean slate. Henderson, Nevada. September 29, 1987. An opportunity to finally gain some ground. Nearly thirty years of age. Time to be a man in the real and truest sense. The battery had nothing to do with the power source. Sometimes we don't learn the first time. Or even the second. Doug seemed more on a tack toward serf-destruction rather than one of serf-esteem or serf-respect. But this is the summer of '97. Far from Odessa and Huntsville. Even miles from difficult Henderson. Doug has yet another opportunity. His own column with which to impress the citizens thanks to "Little Richard." Be careful Dougie. The sound of sucking up can be heard all the way to Crystal and beyond. This "would be" crusader needs a new horse. Taking on dedicated public servants is only fair when attacks are I t justified. Frivolous fault-finding such as we see from this quarter is the work of an amateur. Better to say nothing if one can't do better than recent ramblings of innuendo against those that serve so well. This Don rather, this Doug Quixote  continues to chase windmills within his own mind. In truth, he possesses no authentic passport to the Kingdom. In fact, hasn't even registered. I'll let you, Dear Reader, figure out the meaning of that concern. It's easy today to call female bosses "Man Haters" or allude to their "less than normal ways." But, of course,just like boys will be boys so will men also be men. All a part of some genetic weakness that creates an inability to fairly deal with superiors of the opposite gender. I guess maybe that takes us back to that pesky battery. And I'm not talking copper clad. Oh well. Domestic bliss! Or, lack thereof. Dougie (aka Doug, again) seems thankful for his immediate past job. Even a bit condescending to fellow workers. Again the sound of sucking up permeates the air. More looking back, I guess. Maybe just a classic case of "CYA." Everyone has his own idea of so many different things. Some even prefer sunshine to Nabisco. And for the record Dougie, my name isn't "Cracker." Call me Joe, little Doug. Call me Mr. Joe Richards. Never burn all your bridges. Thought you learned that when you left Texas. What goes around so often comes around. And remember, "Little Richard" might grow tired of that darn sucking noise. George Douglas McMurdo. Family man. Fun loving fella. Enjoys colorful outfits. Especially on weekends while relaxing. Clark County Community College offers night classes on creative writing. You could use the help. Maybe even earn a degree or two of your own. To do your own wallpapering. Smart doesn't come easily for so many. Not at all for some! Inquiring minds want to know. So Doug, don't be surprised at the questions. And remember, it is all a matter of public record. Orange suits and all. George Douglas McMurdo. The maker of his own destiny. Only he can determine and decide when to no longer be an underclassman. It's OK to seize the moment as long as one has a grasp on the situation. That means taking both hands out of your pockets Doug. No more playing games with reality. "Payrump" town isn't fantasy city. Target by Joe Richards from the Kingdom of Nye Whether you hate him or love him, he won't let you ignore him!