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The Audiences Like To Think That Satire Is Doing Something. But, In Fact, It Is Mostly To Leave Themselves Satisfied. Satisfied Rather Than Angry, Which Is What They Should Be.

Speaking Of Love, One Problem That Recurs More And More Frequently These Days, In Books And Plays And Movies, Is The Inability Of People To Communicate With The People They Love: Husbands And Wives Who Can't Communicate, Children Who Can't Communicate With Their Parents, And So On. And The Characters In These Books And Plays And So On, And In Real Life, I Might Add, Spend Hours Bemoaning The Fact That They Can't Communicate. I Feel That If A Person Can't Communicate, The Very Least He Can Do Is To Shut Up!

You Can Make Fun With Saddam Hussein Jokes ... But You Can't Make Fun Of, Say, The Concentration Camps. I Think My Target Was Not So Much Evil, But Benign Stupidity People Doing Stupid Things Without Realising Or, Instead, Thinking They Were Doing Good.

And We Will All Go Together When We Go. What A Comforting Fact That Is To Know. Universal Bereavement, An Inspiring Achievement, Yes, We Will All Go Together When We Go.

Base Eight Is Just Like Base Ten Really, If You're Missing Two Fingers.