I HAVE A FEELING I’m about to make a lot of people mad. I don’t want to, you understand, but there’s something I’ve had on my mind, and I think it’ll make a bunch of folks angry. Maybe not so much angry, as horrified. Yeah, that’s it, horrified and disbelieving. Aghast; agog. They’ll gasp, stagger back, clutch their chests, and pinwheel their arms for balance, all the while looking around for someone to confirm their indignation. As I said, I’m not going for this reaction, but if that’s the way it is, that’s the way it is. So. Here we go. I don’t give a rat’s crack about what has or hasn’t happened to some damn museum in Iraq.
I’ll pause here to allow readers to be held up and fanned by stouter relatives, and others to complete their swoons, back of the hand pressed to foreheads, muttering, “My salts, my salts . . .”
