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Today, I am going to go to town. By this, I mean I am going to take on somebody who needs to be told to behave like a mature person or sniff pepper. In fact, anytime I decide to go to town, I also serve notice to those who do not have big hearts to go for one from Professor Kwabena Frimpong-Boateng at the Korle Bu Cardio Centre because I am going to be the type of guy that you have known for nearly a decade. I also want to plead with those who have weak hearts and ants in their pants not to read beyond this line because I am going to say it as it is and damn the consequences. To those who will need a standby dictionary, they should run for one before reading this piece. You are aware your Earth Angel Gabriel does not hesitate to enter his arsenal of words to feed the less endowed. This is not the time for sweet nothings, and I am not going to suffer fools so gladly, particularly when somebody like A.B.A Fuseini, for who yours sincerely has scant regard, and who has been portraying abundant buffoonery to the whole world, is playing the fool and lack of knowledge again. This is one pompous journalist whose stock in trade is nothing short of verbal excesses and obscurantism, and this is the time to stop him in his track. In fact, I do not go to town without first donning my iron armour of confrontational discourse, brash and abrasive in tone, knowing very well that snipers could be lurking around the corner to take a shot at me. All along, I was expecting this man called A.B.A Fuseini to seek sartorial propriety, decency, protocol and decorum anytime he goes on air to unduly take on DAILY GUIDE since we all belong to the inky fraternity. Sadly, this obviously mediocre opportunist thinks he can say whatever he likes and go walking with his chest out like ex-Sergeant Koliba. If a rash hireling called A.B.A Fuseini thinks he is the only custodian of unguarded utterances, then somebody out there should tell him to start wearing a crash helmet in order to keep his head from being bruised, if not crushed. It is also very unfortunate that a man like Fuseini, who comes from a respectable tribe, is stooping so low for the sake of his stomach. A typical Dagomba man is decent, hard working and trustworthy. It is not so when it comes to this particular man who licks boots to survive. Hold your anxiety first, my dear reader. I know some legalistic purist may interpret this seemingly perilous apostasy as a declaration of a physical fight anytime I meet A.B.A Fuseini. For your information, I am diminutive, harmless and a good guy with a tender body. In fact, unlike A.B.A Fuseini, I am well cultured and very decent. My only problem is that I am rather garrulous, bombastic and pedantic. I plead not guilty to all, because unless somebody steps on my toe, I do not jerk. I have a very strong weakness for frankness, and anytime I use strong language, I only try to be accurate and a little vivid. And of course I do not have the word FEAR in my lexicon. My weapon is the truth, nothing but the truth. After all, who am I Angel Gabriel for? As a journalist working for DAILY GUIDE, by implication Fuseini is telling the world that the stories I send to the media house are fabricated ones. Allah, this man has no respect at all! To those who do not know A.B.A Fuseini, permit me to describe him to you so that you will understand why he is so peeved simply because Ato Sam once worked with DAILY GUIDE, the paper could be associated with fabricating stories, forgetting that Ato Sam once worked with the late Thommy Thompson�s Free Press before working with DAILY GUIDE. If Ato Sam, aka Baby Ansabah, once worked with DAILY GUIDE before resigning to establish his own newspaper which he uses to peddle lies and fabricate stories, what has that got to do with DAILY GUIDE? If you care to know, A.B.A Fuseini is a dye-in-the-wool card-bearing member of the National Democratic Congress and a cadre during his days at the University of Ghana campus. He was offered the opportunity to pick up a juicy job with Graphic on a golden platter after school. Shortly after his appointment, he was taken to the then Communist East Germany to be trained as a security operative. In fact, he also had the opportunity to visit other eastern European countries for similar training before returning to continue with his job at Graphic. With the type of training he underwent in the communist East Germany, Fuseini put it into practice by clandestinely feeding the Castle with information. When the NPP took over the reins of power and repealed the Criminal Libel Law, Fuseini seized the opportunity to appear on Radio Gold�s �Alhaji and Alhaji� programme and castigated the NPP government due to the unlimited freedom offered by the repeal of the goddamned law. In fact, Fuseini went further to use his newfound opportunity to fan the Dagbon crisis. As an Andani, Fuseini heaped insults on the Abudus and continuously opened old wounds for reasons best known to him. He rode roughshod with unbridled mouth and seemed unstoppable anytime the issue of Dagbon came up for discussion. When a certain senior journalist in this country was alleged to have collected one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars from the NDC, Fuseini, the master schemer, jumped to the defence of the disgraced senior journalist. It looked as if Fuseini was the one accused of taking the money. In fact, he did so because he saw the senior journalist as a new catch for the NDC, and it actually turned out to be so. As a communist-trained mind, his job was to literally win such people for the NDC. This number one �konkonsa� man did not take his training as a communist-educated propagandist lightly as he overzealously tried to impress his employers. This is just one-third of the dossier of A.B.A Fuseini for you. I think this man is simply jealous of the achievements of DAILY GUIDE. Unless one has madness in his stomach, he or she will not say DAILY GUIDE fabricates stories, looking at the track record of the newspaper. Where fabrications mean what, Mr. Konkonsa? Did I hear the man say DAILY GUIDE acquired the state-of-the-art and modern printing press by the grace of the ex-President Kufuor�s regime? Probably the answer to this absurdity is prolonged laughter. And this stomach journalist shamelessly continues to spew fire and brimstone on radio stations against DAILY GUIDE and its management. That is fine, but Mr. Fuseini should remember that he who draws his pen or opens his mouth for one party must expect to make enemies of the other. Oh yes, for wit and fool are consequents of Whig and Tory. I do not blame him for going haywire because he is not a self-made man. Ask him where he came from and how he is now! It was the wish-to-be-forgotten revolution that made him what he is today. Why then blame such a man? And such a person, whose Emotional Quotient (EQ) as well as his Intelligent Quotient (IQ) is questionable, has been made the Board Chairman of the Ghana Institute of Journalism. What a square peg in a round hole!!! God save our homeland Ghana. Good morning Fuseini, contemporary Don Quixote.