My Pet Goat: The Sequel

Yes, yes ... that's it! I take no credit for the idea; it belongs to Greg Mitchell of Editor & Publisher, but this magnificent title needs no dribbling on afterward; (sorry, Mitchell, but I'm afraid you're of the Eyes Glaze Over school of writing. If it's any consolation, it is a really big school.)

What's more, however unreadable ... politically, offensiveness-wise? Head and shoulders above the buzz-machine towel-snappers, trust me.

Of course that's not writing, either.

But whoa, thank you, again. Perfect explanation. As would be Stunned With A Cattle Prod ... but we know the truth, don't we: No Battery Pack, No Speak.

I was going to harp on this Broken thing, but Maureen Dowd came pretty damn close to nailing it, today. The whole clueless bunch. It isn't stupidity, it isn't callousness, (well, it is callousness) it isn't anything you think.

God, I love it. The only Right Thing in the whole catastrophe: this is The Sequel.