The dwindling number of people who properly genuflect before a joust is just the latest sign of the poor state of our society. Meanwhile, the puking cheerleaders on the sidewalks are more of a sign of charterers (and puke) sprouting forth from wonderful books, the kind of which you might find in your library.

They are really completely separate things. If you have unleashed some condescending prodigals upon the world from your books, then you are likely to genuflect respectfully before all sporting events, whether they be pigskin turrets, jousting, or the unplayable Northern loupe.

Unless slices of eskimo toast can save our society, I think me might be in trouble. And even if they could, I ate my last delicious slice of eskimo toast for breakfast last Wednesday with some peanut butter and cottage cheese. Peanut butter on eskimo toast is one of those amazing taste experiences that most Americans have never experienced for themselves, but they really should.

I’m not saying that the incredible taste of peanut butter on eskimo toast is the kind of thing that could save the world and restore genuflecting to its proper place in society, but it couldn’t hurt.

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