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Too old, too male, too white

November 19, 2012

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Too old, too white and too male.

The GOP? Yeah, sure.

But something else as well.

Check out my print column today to find out what it is.

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Heron's Nest: Phil Heron has been editor of the Delaware County Daily Times and Delcotimes.com since 1999 and worked in the newspaper racket since 1978. He uses this site to turn back the curtain a bit on the great mystery involved in creating a newspaper and website every day, and his other general thoughts on life and the news.

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