Part of The Belated Collection of Bob Howitt Essays, brought together because of overwhelming demand from myself and hereby distributed through technological devices not even conceivable at my birth.
Astute readers of his various posts will conclude the following, assuming that excessive consumption of distilled spirits has not destroyed their literary brain cells:
- The guy has little talent for positive, upbeat prose, which is intriguing because his lifetime actions have been skewed to productive decisions in the field of educational assistance.
- Given item (a), it better follow that his attacks against a wide variety of targets are written somewhat more effectively (see Matt Taibbi if you want real skill in this area).
- Uncomfortable truths are not infrequently wrapped in what some may accurately discern as a language of respect, admiration, and even love—and those emotions are legitimate.
Whatever!
In this world, if you cannot laugh or cry, you must be addicted to something:
Drugs … money … football … the belief that America is God’s gift to the universe … alcohol … political correctness … sex … writing in place of direct human interaction … smartphones … futbol (especially if Hispanic) … dressing like a convict (urban African-American teenagers) … studying 24 hours a day (Asian) … Justin Bieber … Law & Order … Oprah Winfrey … guns …pornography … the idea that futurists really know how the next generation America will work: single-parent “families” as the norm, unaddressed income/wealth inquality, a completely overhauled education system (hopefully), and, most important, a nation of multiple minorities … McDonald’s French fries … Buddhism … dancing … shopping … cappuchino … astrology … yard sales … rap music … beauty … religion … the lottery … television … the Pope … laptops … coffee … global warming … eating large quantities of food … making lists (!)