Ah, fellow-DIT - you means, A Man Without a Country I guess. Hell, I've been lobbying 'ol Kurt via the Cosmic subspace Whine Machine - for years. Haven't got this one, but I fear that the Schlachthaus Funf brilliance hath bedimmed. Guess I gotta find out; surely he'll have a few incisive disembowellments of the robot-Neoconmen and their lackeys - should be worth a giggle, but won't be read by the self-infatuated anyway.

How many more Ways can he say it? We're a menace to all living creatures, once past learning how to build a fire. We eat our young or train-em up to be as dense as we (which may be the less merciful course? on a prison planet populated by loonies.)

You're prolly right.. let the tads grow-up beyond their seeking of algorithms as-if Holy Grail Mk II. Or not. Besides I doubt one Can 'teach Thinking', or even much about thinking - at all. It's Work and we are a play-oriented final-civilization in its throes. (If I weren't quite too lazy to rise at 5am daily, I might seek a nunnery - 'cept I hear they're running out of housekeepers too..)

Got Pratchett?
(Him I'd elect President in an augenblick. One of few Original minds still breathing? Punster, yes - but just his indulgence.)
He's nailed homo-sap, and retains the necessary cosmic humour - for survival of the sufficiently mirth-filled. I must now ration his opera, as it is not infinite in extent :( Going Postal just now, with the "clacks" == his version of skewering er 'Communications Technology' cha cha cha


Stay well; don't Believe stuff - especially de moi!


Neither a Quixote nor a Panza be; invisibility is the best a man can achieve in an asylum.