My Friends I (rev.) Old Mac defends his intellectual integrity My Friends: Though most kiddies do, I admit that I don't. Must that indicate maybe someday I won't? That computers will always be too much for me? That for them and gas pumping I'm too elderly? Or just that for years my mind's been ingrownt? My Friends: Like Bushie I do not profess to read New opinions I'm sure I don't need. Nor would I ask someone to show Me how to Google for things I should know. How dare Frank Rich imply I've gone to seed? My Friends: He's wrong about my flexibility. I change my views to what they need to be. Columbia? It's lovley here this year. Mexico? I've learned to love the beer. The mortgage crisis and economy? Purely psychological, My Friends.
Bob Carlson |