Hark, The Herald Tribune Sings, Advertising Wondrous

I Don't Have The Temperament Of A Performer, And I Certainly Couldn't Do It Every Night.

I'm Not Tempted To Write A Song About George W.bush. I Couldn't Figure Out What Sort Of Song I Would Write. That's The Problem: I Don't Want To Satirise George Bush And His Puppeteers, I Want To Vaporise Them. And That's Not Funny.

Alas, Irreverence Has Been Subsumed By Mere Grossness, At Least In The So-called Mass Media. What We Have Now - To Quote Myself At My Most Pretentious - Is A Nimiety Of Scurrility With A Concomitant Exiguity Of Taste.

The Lord's Our Shepherd, Says The Psalm. But Just In Case, We Better Get A Bomb.

In One Word He Told Me The Secret Of Success In Mathematics: Plagiarize; Only Be Sure Always To Call It . . . Research.