by Reg Green
“We have too much profanity,” in the New Yorker, its editor complained in a memo to the magazine’s staff that I read the other day. “We had six ‘hells’ in one issue lately and probably a couple of ‘damns’ also.”
I should add that the memo was written in 1930. We’ve come a long way since then.
Clearly, the Depression Era wasn’t all bad.
“Progress is regress,” as a great-grand-mother used to say.
There was a time when whenever I could I did, but now I Kan not Ye know — since I’ve surrendered to stupid and parsed my legacy away. Please be kind to a fool drowning in drool,
turned his self into some garish ghoul.