Spock and Eggs

    
   
   Enuff 'bout big boobies.  The exotic and intellectual ecstasy provided by the perpetual pulse of 60 Minutes, which cosmetically covered Putin and Trump, being a sublime, press-graced bomb--was da bomb.  Scott Pelley getting feedback--letters sent to the show agree that he was more of a demonic-styled prosecuting attorney than that of an empathy-driven journalist.  But who wants to be a garden-variety journalist when one can be an organic journalist, like the Lizard King of Rock 'n Roll.  Mix it up Quixotic Blues  
    And is America driven to worship the dollar?  Thieve away the religion of immigrants and transplant it with obedience to money.  It makes you happy.  It erases problems.  And yes--it does, but there is James Tiberius Kirk, him kinda/sorta say'n:  "I can't believe it--they're still using money."    Yup, back when Spock talked to humpback mammals, and time-travel was sparked by Klingon transport--all is good.
   But now, Bones does cry:  "Damn't Jim--I'm a doctor, not a transexual."   So, don't ask Mr. Physician to give a colonoscopy, and I feel guilt for linguistically forging sophomore steak and cheese biscuits.  Yet, if people don't write; next, life falls through the cracks.