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In Relative Youth, We Assume We'll Remember Everything. Someone Should Urge The Young To Think Otherwise.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

Obviously Those Who Burn To Be Professional Jesters Mean That They Want To Be Successful Comedians. And Those Are Always An Elite, Microscopic Portion Of The Population. But Oh, How They Try.

The Very Phrase 'oscar Night' Used To Accelerate My Pulse. For One Thing - Dating Myself - It Meant Bob Hope. He Always Had Good, Strong Jokes, That Faultless Delivery, And Always A New Joke About His Own Films' Failure - Once Again - To Be Honored.

Every Time I Nostalgically Try To Regain My Liking Of John Mccain, He Reaches Into His Sleaze Bag And Pulls Out Something Malodorous.