Abandoned Letter from the Editor

Dearest Reader,

I’m thinking: what’s your soapbox?
As of the publishing of this issue, we’ll have been publishing for thirteen weeks. Hopefully, some of you have had a chance to read our little leaflet. The feedback has been positive, and the public at large is starting to give us a little recognition. That’s nice.
But we want to hear from you. In a world so saturated with the likes of blogs and MySpace and all these little avenues of self-expression, our individualism is killing us. With all of these personalized splinter cells, if you will, our generation will soon fall apart. Our voices will be only our own, and cannot possibly be heard.
We need a little unification. Forsake your MySpace and start thinking about OurSpace.
I don’t really know how we can help without your input. We want to know what you love. What you hate. What you wish to see.
Sure, it’s all bullshit. Hell, maybe our satirical, biting approach to the world at large is just another avenue of apathy for you, but it doesn’t have to be.
So the soapbox. Maybe you’re on one. Jesus, I hope you are. Maybe it’s about global warming or the War in Iraq or the existence of God or Women’s Lib or whatever-the-fuck. But this community, this town… it cannot progress on hundreds or thousands or even millions of lone soapboxes. We need to push them together. One voice of many.
Maybe this is the wrong place, the wrong time.
I know that this is too over the top. Too melodramatic. But I don’t care. We do this to make a difference. To change the way this burg works. It’s dying, choking on its own apathy.
Maybe you are a young, pissed-off liberal. Maybe not. But you have something you believe in. Find a rally point.
Our intentions are clear.