I had a chance encounter today with a couple higher-ups at the newspaper to which I submitted my hot-headed cursings about the Buncombe County Sustainability Plan. I told the big cheese I was surprised he was still talking to me, and mentioned I didn’t remember taking some of the expletives out of my summary. He admitted the editors had removed some of the f-bombs and other equally-devastating expletives. I protested, and asked if he did not want factual, objective reporting. There were no worse words to describe such satanic idiocy. Well, actually, he overestimated my talent. My limited vocabulary didn’t stretch as far as his.