All the smart monkeys. Eating the fruit from the tree, and without any clue about its roots. Dig it up or cut it down?

I was thinking about how few people bother to attend to the recent past of a profession. Say going back as little as a decade. This after a meeting in which people were debating keyboards and why the keycodes were so jumbled.

It’s tough to describe when ASCII isn’t their native tongue.

Americans love sugar. Probably always will. This is a fact that firms have to understand to sell food into the US. More sugar, more sales. Oddly, to get this increase in sugar coating — the taste build up of sweet — the recipe must use salt.

Chefs talk about “enhanced flavor” and so on. This is just professional blabber, meant to turn their practice into a profession. A little magic dust sprinkled on the food means I have knowledge and skill that you don’t.

Salt deadens the taste. It doesn’t increase the taste bud sensitivity. Salt hardens and dries out gelatin — you. Salt actually forces you to eat more sugar to taste the sugar. It increases your tolerance to the sweet taste. Unlike the aligning and resulting magnification of the sour and hot effect of vinegar and chilly. Acidiflication.

Tonight, tonight, won’t be just any night, tonight there will be no morning star. — Tony sings

Taking a camera up the ass may be great for ratings. It is even good for demonstrating Team Spirit, but it is not journalism. It is a side show.

Tonight with Katie’s “ground breaking” effort, TV is down to the FOXtards of slash and scroll, and the PopTarts of breakfast. Straw men and hollow women. It isn’t the end of discourse in America, that ended years ago. But if you want to read the world, you are left with the satirists, the plagiarists or the fantasists. Choose the satirists. Take the laugh over the cane or the sugar.