FROM THE ARCHIVES

When people try to imply that you want the last word in sinew, and they will, cut them off at the bud. No one should tolerate being smirched by such underhanded malignments. Aspersion-casters should just step off, go play Scrabble Junior in Arkansas or something. And anyway, the last word in sinew has in all likelihood yet to be written. Even now there are squads of monkeys chained to iPads in hidden Greenpoint sweatshops churning out penultimate sinew words, on a runaway chattering simian train  hurtling to its appointment in Samarra, or possibly Brighton Beach, it’s hard to tell with monkeys.

                --Rick Santorum, Random Thoughts on the Hopper