Horizon Watch

When will Allport stop boring us with his pretentious oh i'm such a superior intellectual-type sputterings? Day after day, blah blah blah - we're not interested, capice, Oh Magnificent One? If we wanted to hear your pompous twaddle we'd read Horizon, which thankfully (!) we don't. Now, not content with ramming his crappy kids books down our throats, he plans (according to an anonymous flyer circulating on the 'Net) to deliver a lecture on misery to the American League of Proletarian Brain Surgeons. Misery! Are you f***ing kidding me? Where do these pampered Ivy League elitists find the gall? Listen, Allport, you wouldn't know misery if it came up and smacked you in your latte-loving face. While you were out punting on the jolly old river or whatever the hell you fancyboy snobs get up to, some of us were mentoring to blind puppies just yards away. What do you think about that, eh? We ordinary folk may not be worthy of you (hah!) - we may not have your la-di-da bits of paper to frame on the wall - but we have more homespun common sense than you will find in a mountain of your beloved Chomsky. Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.

It may have been Bridegam. The point's the same.