Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Saturday, March 13, 2004
It is to our great loss that we lack real wounding blowhards like Alexander Woollcott, men of piercing wit and scalding tongues who could not step foot in modern society without slaying hundreds of deserving victims and taking thousands of prisoners. I think of Woollcott because it seems every time I walk into my local gyp-joint, er, grocery, LOWSY MAYS OF TEX-ASS (I presume; I'm guessing he has a synergistic stranglehold on foreground muzak, though it's hard to judge) inflicts me with this one-hit airhead singing in her airheady tones some stupid airheady song, and I'm thinking Woollcott would have grabbed this airhead by the scruff of her skinny neck and thrown her off the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Such is musical GENIUS in our artistically-full-to-bursting age.
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