THE ROBERT W. WHITAKER ARCHIVE

THE UNKINDEST CUT | 2006-04-14

I think that The Powers That Be recently sent me a message through random spam.

I had finished a piece declaring that I was an old warrior, that I could take it as well as dish it out.

In other words I was beating my chest in a manner so shameless it would embarrass a silver-backed gorilla.

I was still breathing hard when I switched over to clearing comments.

The first thing I saw was four consecutive advertisements for Viagra.

OK, OK, Lord, I get the POINT.