For you poor deprived out-of-towners, the STOP organization, created to provide services for the underprivileged, has slowly self-destructed, having engaged for years in misfeasance, malfeasance, unfeasance, and every other negative form of feasance imaginable. Last week, their house having already burned down, they announced a thorough housecleaning and examination of their policies. Thus the cartoon. I post it here because nobody under 30 reads the paper any more, and several younger people of my acquaintance have been startled to learn that I am in the midst of my third year of churning these out. I'm not one of these crusty oldsters, the kind portrayed these days by Clint Eastwood, who bemoan the decline of print media among the more newly-minted generations (okay, yes I am, but I pretend I'm not in order to curry favor among my more youthful friends) (damn, tripped up by confessional parentheticals again! I keep forgetting that people can actually read these!)--I enjoy getting my daily synaptical massages online, they being a perfect fit with my Adult ADD, and I even read my parent paper in its online edition. Ancient grinches like I would be except I'm not claim that we've created a new generation of wild-child know-nothing idiots, conveniently forgetting how our parents and peers used to boast that they read the papers just for the funnies, or the sports, or the coupons, and routinely parked themselves in front of the teevee for Petticoat Junction marathons. And elected both Nixon and Reagan, for chrissake! The fact is, we're largely a nation of yahoos, and while that has demographic implications, I include in that definition PC-addled academics and knee-jerk liberal bloggers. I'm an equal-opportunity hater. And isn't that the American Way?