One hates to be late with a bulletin,
but how many of us can keep pace with
the flings and farrows of our porcine
President? Only the other day, the na-
tion exulted as one, as he loosed one
of his crack party hostesses upon an
unprepared reporter, lunging for his
microphone, not to say his lifeline,
crying, Climb it down, Buster, as the
Little Father belched his approbation.
Not since Rosalind Russell pinned Cary
Grant to the mat, has the front page
against the molestations of inquiry.
Yet, to many, this was no particular
news. Then, on cue, our White House
made it so, by interpolating a reality-
complete with BAD GUY etched in the re-
porter's forehead, plain enough for of-
ficial media goons to ostracize him.
Thus sighed the nation with relief to
see, at least a chastened Court can
maintain a perkily irreverent style.
Shall we proceed, then, to a weekend?
Where all enjoy, a grasping at straws.
ii Michael Bidner
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