David Brooks, P. J. O'Rourke, Ben Stein. If Sarah were here she'd tell me to watch my language. Well, the aforementioned pale males do watch their language. They are a big three of the fun---kind of---conservatives. However, P. J.'s oft quoted (doesn't "The Week" have a computer age worth of other material?) diatribe about the French ranks up, or is it another direction, with the right-we-are worship of home schooling and the finger wagging toward darker hued American minorities as part of a big hand for the Asian-Americans who broached no one's help to transcend prejudice and become almost universally successful. Where were you in '72 (Vietnamese good war refugeee influx vs. racists), or '62, or '52---or '42?

Then there was Stein's prediction on CBS Sunday Morning the Arab Dawn would turn into darkness at noon. Yes, looking at last week's papers Egypt is being judicially run for those with the pole axes and projectiles. Father Ted and son Tom from past blogs require me to burn no gasoline to see if indeed their mind set is in this poli-scape. The years of "Nix On McGovern" and much redolent of Mr. Stein come oozing back to me.

Earlier this month, speaking of that other topic, the baby boom generation, David Brooks wrote in none other than the Republican favorite The New York Times about the massive preoccupation with the self beginning for him not so much with folding it in as the sixties unraveled but right after World War Two. He even name checked the Greatest Generation, though not as an entirety. Entity, yes; sorry, Sarah! It was the era when emancipating gadgets were brought forth and then touted by, one would presume, the Mad Men.

In my childhood we visited Pacific Ocean Park a few times, and here was something for the ride-weary grown ups: a stage show featuring a couple named Jack And Jill dancing through the Household Of Tomorrow while "narrated" by a robot named Electro (there must be an afterlife, I hear Sarah sighing) whose animation made Disney's Mr. Lincoln look like a Cirque Du Soleil centerpiece.

But back to Mr. Brooks, not to keep invoking Dennis M----okay, Sarah, he wrote of many breathless things presented to liberate the individual, especially housewives. And here at the end of a sentence was one presentation's spectacle of dishes being washed in---ultraviolent light.

Oh, yes. The New York Times, a typo to treasure. This was in a Friday paper, the one I generally buy. Too bad I will never see the retraction. What, you say look online? With the NYT I am rather a kitty with one more in the chamber: ten lookups and the particular IP is locked out but presented with ads to subscribe. The cookie follows one to every site where NYT material resides, such as Mega Critic. And I get ads in emails. Is this the result of scanning my F & E card and purchasing NYT, at least back when it was dependably there? Well, this is the paper that broke Snowden, I think.

Yes, the data stream can be further financially massaged. Those liberals.