Wanted: Biological Control for Airheads

We have risen to great heights of arrogance in our refusal to

acknowledge that the earth is changing. We hold steadfast to our belief

that nothing can happen to us as a people. We get into our oversized,

war-machine-like vehicles, get on our cell phones and blackberries, and

avoid having human contact all day long.

Speak for yourself, Toots. After driving my 30-mpg roadster* to school and reading my email, I either teach class or hold office hours, where I am confronted with a continuous stream of students who are only too glad to have human contact, if it helps with their homework. They are, in fact, so eager for contact that I dare not have a cell phone, or they’d pester me to distraction.

It’s a damn shame that celebrity airheads have no natural enemies, not even a franken’ fungus. I expect midway through the 21st century, we’ll be overrun with them, sort of like the mule deer here in South Texas or bears in New Jersey. ["Hey, stop feeding the airheads! They’re tearing up my garden and sneaking into the swimming pool at night."]

*I do wish my Z-3 was a bit more "war-machine-like."

Tip from the Drudge Report. It’s really too bad Drudge is such a celebrity whore; people like Crow should be ignored until they blow away,