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'I can't believe the lemmings let us get this far'
Dear Dr. Jones
by GZO Jones

s 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.

Dear Dr. Jones,

Quite a month, eh?

Weird, Wild World

Dear WWW,

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.

– Jones

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