Thought you’d like to know that London Bridge is falling down, at the rate of one inch per octennium, and the relevant authorities (Queen’s horses, Queen’s men) have decided to improve the occasion by bashing it in. What to do with 10,000 tons of chamfered ashlars quarried in the pits of Devon, Cornwall, and Aberdeen? Dispatch agents Luckin and King to New York. Sell granite to American patsies. Receive in payment: original cobblestones from Brooklyn Bridge, useful in ticky-boo austerity program. Hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
You’ll remember that Bobby Kennedy was the noisiest anti-Vietnam Democrat of 1967. Failing to ignite a revolution, he took a powder. He let it be known he would be content to see Gene McCarthy play the stalking horse. Then New Hampshire proved that there was real political hay, not just stalking-horse hay, in the Vietnik field. And, as B follows A, came the headline, with the ink on the ballots not a day old: “RFK Taking A Fresh Look.” Watch out, Eugene McCarthy! Bobby smells votes!




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