PPS du Mail des Homines Sapientes Sapientes (de la Terre) Aux Habitants Présumés d'Alpha Centauri Bb:

You'll notice that we haven't yet addressed the thorny/prickly political issues of your being there, and thus, presumably, of your representing us, presumably politically, to a presumed larger (say, galactic) political authority--much less of our being your prey and of your being (perhaps you think) our natural predator.  We assume that on a galactic level, as on a terrestrial level, Natural Law forbids the consumption of the more intelligent by the less intelligent.  Much has changed in the 40,000 years since your first contact with us--and much is about to change.

I see that our much loathed Amy Schumer's response to the scarcely deniable assertion that she is "skanky" is:

"¡Y tu Mamá tambien!"  Hate to say it, Ms. S., but that's not really answering the explicit question:  ¿Is you izz, or is you izzn't a nasty skank?  My mama's got nothing to do with it.

Gene Wilder, Young Frankenstein, just died. Astonishingly, he was 83.

Email From the Homo Sapiens Sapiens Inhabitants of Sol III (Earth) To the Presumed Inhabitants of Alpha Centauri Bb:

You're there?!  Thought so.  And with, say, a billion more years of evolution behind you than us. Even if, as is likely, you've developed along the more, shall we say, traditional lines of lizards and dinosaurs than of cetaceans and anthropoid apes (and you're a little slower than we are, and your brains aren't quite so compendious as ours are), you've had precious time to figure most of those things out which we, now, at this point in our evolution, particularly need to know:  (1) Immortality in the Flesh (How to Reverse the Aging Process);  (2) Cures for Cancer and Wasting Diseases; (3) the Secrets of Travel and Communication within our Lifetimes over interstellar and intergalactic Distances. We'd like this information, if you please, by return email.  We consider that, with our art and music (Monet and Velázquez, Bach and Mozart), you are already paid for it, but we thank you for it nonetheless. Expecting the favor of your reply in 8.48 years.

P.S.  If "sub-etherics" and the mechanics of "wormholes" are still not possible for you, we will gladly accept in their stead a detailed, step-by-step description of the process of acceleration at a rate of one G (earth gravity) for the first half of the interstellar distance we wish to traverse, followed by decelleration at the same rate for the latter half of the distance.  This, at least, will get us where we wish to go within our lifetimes.

But so, doing what I can,

I called Hulu Contact (on my land-line phone) and asked the nice young man there to remove all trace or mention, including automatic segue, of the loathsome Ms. Schumer from my Hulu Account, and he assured me that this has been done.  I like to think that, in the sparkling firmament of spurious  popularity that gleams o'er the trash-mouthed, self-adulating cunt, one tiny twinkle (mine) of presumed approbation went dark.

Funny--Saw Carol Burnett on Larry King tonight:

Ms. B. Now rather shockingly old, but possessed of all her wits and faculties, spoke, as she was obliged to do, in minimally brief, yet ungrudging and graciously unstinted praise, of the on-coming Ms. Schumer's nauseous shtick, and/but yet somehow, wordlessly, she evinced perfectly gelid distaste. As indeed I might have hoped from the infinitely classy Ms. B.

And now I find that one of my favorites children's books in all the world, Saint-Exupéry's 'Le Petit Prince,'

has been vaginalized as a story about a little girl:  the Presumption!  the Envy!  The hideous self-absorbtion of the stupid, slow, ugly, resentful sex!  How dare they?!  Did I miss something?

Aha!

Der Spiegel has announced that the EOS (European Space Observatory) has found, amid images from  the Hubble Telescope (!) an earth-type planet orbiting Proxima Centauri Bb.  I fuckin' knew it.  Something has slipped (in the Space Lizard Information Control System).

I hate, hate, hate Amy Schumer, to whose noxious show (and gaping vagina) I am deflected, by Hulu, immediately my favorite show "Casual" ends--

but when I type my plaint into Google a little Reddit appears which says, "You've confused her with Lena Dunham."  And I reply, "Soulless moron, the word is conflated, not confused!  There is no difference between Amy Schumer (and her vagina) and Lena Dunham (and hers)."

Watching, and not watching, the 2016 Olympics in Zika-infested Rio de Janeiro,

It's good to see Michael Phelps win his 21st (or 23rd) gold medal, and to fantasize that he were nude and his medals crowns of olive branches.  Even to try to imagine what pert, lard-butted negresses do in the name of "gymnastics," however, makes me, as Jewish girls say, nauseous.  Or would if I could.  But I can't.

God Fucking Dammit to Hell--NATO is STILL bombing the hapless civilians of Libya!