While I’m in Orlando riding the Disney buses from one resort to the other, here’s my monthly column in the Undie Press on collecting rare books. This time, I discuss a literary journal that had humble origins but is now a publishing powerhouse. Along the way, I reveal the source for all my best ideas and quips. Hint: they’re not exactly original.
We went to a luau tonight and between the main course and the Polynesian fire dance, the woman sitting next to me whipped out her tit and breastfed her infant. If I were a more evolved individual it wouldn’t have bothered me but, I’m sorry, it did.
I usually keep close tabs on world events but it’s hard when you’re on a holiday. I got back to the hotel this evening and saw that the West has dropped a shitload of tomahawk missiles on Muammar el-Qaddafi’s ass. The New York Times is reporting that he’s using women and children to shield his compound.
Did you know that the Arab League went to the United Nations and asked them to intervene? Once again, the Arab world is incapable of taking care of its own.
Question: Why doesn’t the Arab League mass an army on the outskirts of Tripoli and march in?
Answer: Because we’re addicted to oil so they don’t have to. They’re crafty.