The abuse we take.  While talking to two of my favorite radio producers on Friday, someone called my cell phone which plays, “Off we Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder.” Which prompted the Marine to say, “Oh.  Circus music.”  In response, I am reduced to quoting Eleanor Roosevelt who said, “The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps.”

It had to happen.  According to this article, the feministas are riding to the defense of perky Katie Couric who apparently doesn’t like being called, “perky.” All of us who would call her “perky” are now condemned as chauvinist pigs.  The inheritor of the Throne of Cronkite may be planning to change her billing to “Katherine Couric” to create a sense of gravitas. CBS should remember that the highest comedy is the result of one who doesn’t deserve to be taken seriously pretending to seriousness, such as the immortal Peter Sellers as Inspector Clouseau.  Perky is and perky does, Katie. Stick with it.

And it’s useful to compare the different conditions of two authors:  Salman Rushdie of “Satanic Verses” and Dan Brown of “The Da Vinci Code.”  They have nothing in common other than having written books that are offensive to different religious groups.  While Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, condemns society’s fascination with religious conspiracy theories, Rushdie remains under a fatwa of death originally issued by Ayatollah Khomenei in 1989.  Some still insist on being confused as to the identity of the “religion of peace.”

And last but not least, an evil genius of my acquaintance has sent me this link to a 1970s funk song entitled, “Go Home You Foreign Communist.”  It has some incomprehensible lyrics, but the bass work is great.