Saturday, July 15, 2006
Before Turning Off My Radio in Disgust
this morning, I heard the first few minutes of "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me". I won't bore you with the details but one of the allegedly witty stories force a question.
Is going to the Ritz with a blood-soaked cabloid whore or a corporate thief who further impoverished tens of thousands the already poor, both with pockets full of spendin' loot and connections, a better date than "even sharing a falafel with a homeless man,"?
I suspect that someone asking that question with slightly different wording to cover the same facts would elicit a "Why are you asking such a stupid question. Of course, it is, " response.
this morning, I heard the first few minutes of "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me". I won't bore you with the details but one of the allegedly witty stories force a question.
Is going to the Ritz with a blood-soaked cabloid whore or a corporate thief who further impoverished tens of thousands the already poor, both with pockets full of spendin' loot and connections, a better date than "even sharing a falafel with a homeless man,"?
I suspect that someone asking that question with slightly different wording to cover the same facts would elicit a "Why are you asking such a stupid question. Of course, it is, " response.
