Tragedy gathered its wits with all the coquettishness of a freshly-minted widow last night, as J. Black visited Messrs. Leibowitz, J.S. and Vidal, E.L.G. The much-feted pair of shiftless idlers were discovered in their respective homes, their bodies no longer metabolizing, and a good pallor about them. Better-judgment is the presumed culprit. There was little, if any, evidence of raging against the dying of the light at the scene. Their palaver flogged, the deaths are said have been decidedly non-valiant ones.
After the event, Eugene Luther Gore Vidal (once virtuous enough to suggest that the three most dispiriting words in the English language were “Joyce Carol Oates”) took, paraphrasing the cloud, “a graceless lurch” toward the nutbar. Managing to surpass even the maladroit fumbles of Michael Moore, and the “dangerously insane” Oliver Stone. A wearisome toad of a man who believed Timothy McVeigh to be “a noble boy,” no more of a homicidal shell of a decent man than Patton or Eisenhower, Vidal predicted that our new godless President would be buried by the great wreckage – broken by “the madhouse” – that was the proud land that fed, clothed and tolerated his frivolous ass. An intellectual? Actually, a bit of a pussy. He is now no madder than he is dead. What more can one say about the sad hollow life of this ugly little charlatan? Towards the end of his dubious romp he had apparently grown increasingly difficult to speak to (and less fun). The cloud also, not surprisingly, notes a “minor tendency to bring up the Jewish question in contexts where it didn’t quite belong.”
Incidentally (but of much less significance), Jonathan Leibowitz found Malach HaMavet. The increasingly mad-with-power mensch was last seen by the public daily. His last attempt at dialogue having descended into a meandering mess with an irate Francophile who mistook him for Jerry Lewis. Despite opinions to the contrary, Leibowitz was no one’s idea of a latter, and lesser, day Twain. Every bit a bastard, he was not a professional (consummate or otherwise). He will not be missed. To be sure, neither of these far-from-gentle men will be remembered fondly. Daily, the whole brimming world round, a lot of people are probably going to die, and are already leading miserable lives, because of the nonsense peddled by these two.
