You can misspell gun, you mispronounce pistol, but in the northern hemisphere bullets will still kill you.
One Earth-bound intellectual and would-be celebrity, after some months on the media road promoting his new book, says that he has come to find that interviews are like being thrown into a den of withering, slippery clichés and being asked to skin them in twenty words or less.
After years of careful consideration of contemporary concerns, this one self-appointed critic and social observer summed up his findings thusly, “In the matter of ‘current events' I find it to be more a matter of ‘current’ than of ‘events.’”
While passing a newly noted planet the other evening, I noticed a large, lighted sign that proclaimed, “Our God Doesn’t Do Alternations,” and dropping down for a closer look, I discovered that everyone was the spitting image of everyone else.
In a firmly establishment voice, a father told his off-spring, “Look let’s get this clear, I’m not saying I’m superior to everyone else, just that I’m superior to You.” (And the rapidly expanding kid was not particularly amused.)
