time for love
can't believe the lemmings let us get this far'
it advice? Is it opinion? Or is it simply the monthly rant of a
pompous, over-the-hill windbag? Whatever it is, it's been happening
without fail since our very first year, 2001, when GZO Jones contacted
us from his Brazilian retreat and hinted at a literary pedigree
that reaches back to the Beats. So we offered him the job and he's
amused us while remaining pithy and religiously reliable ever since.
Plus, he works really cheap.
Quite a month, eh?
Weird, Wild World
I picture the prez, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rove
and Condi all sitting in some plush Texas hot tub looking
at each other, shaking their heads and saying, "I can't
believe the lemmings let us get this far."
And mirroring Bob Redford's prescient '70s
movie, "The Candidate," they've got to be collectively
thinking, Now what do we do?
If they're thinking at all.