High Kookookajoo

After a big night out on the townies, Tiger Woods pulls wads of pubic hair from between his teeth with the new Gillette Mucho-Macho Hot Wing razor.

Love of the Game over perfumed blonde fine caboose, tossed mousse, eyes loose ti' yanks out a wood

I suppose most guys wouldn't be entirely unhappy to be playing some of the same holes Tiger Woods has been playing recently. Fortunately, some of us--somehow and somewhere--managed to acquire at least a modicum of moral restraint and have limits.

During all the formative years and endless hours Tiger Woods' and his father stalked their way through ten-thousands of golf rounds, what lessons did his father teach him? What did they talk about?

You gotta wonder.

It's 1977, and the bloodied tail end of the boomer generation crank up their amps to 11 and turn their manners and morals down to less than zero. Energy abounds... The Sex Pistols, Clash, Ramones, Iggy Pop and Patti Smith pull rock music onto a dark, wild ride of speedball-fueled mania dressed in heroin chic.

Dead Meat in Concert watch us die on stage if bad smack fails to kill us, the din no doubt will

The Sex Pistols and Sid Vicious' twisted snarl paved the way for Billy Idol's "White Wedding" to become the most-frequently requested song at U.S. wedding receptions and Bar-Mitzvahs (source:WIKIPEDIA).

I list Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle and The Sirens of Titan among my top ten favorite novels. He was the same age as my dad.

I feel like I'm in a time warp, governed by the spiritual descendents of the criminal Richard Nixon and his morally currupt stooges. I mean, John Mitchell, Spiro Agnew and the rest had nothing on Dick Cheney, Alberto Gonzales and Carl Rove.

George Bush, unfortunately, is more personable. Somehow it helps him get away with this crap.

This time Gonzales takes the fall for Rove. Someone taking the fall for Rove is becoming a weekly occurance.