
Instead of Ken and Bill, Time magazine should have bitten the bullet and picked the true "Person of the Year": Monica Lewinsky. Or, better yet--following its precedent of an inanimate choice (the computer)--I would have liked to see "Thong of the Year" or "Stain of the Year." Power Stains of Washington. The Stain That Roared. The Little Stain That Could. I was glad Livingston resigned, even though I liked him a lot and thought he was a cool guy. But his brief pre-reign and his tricky abdication speech were tactically disingenuous.
And I loved Larry Flynt's bemused smirk and wry eloquence with Kurtz and Kalb on CNN. And the next Pulitzer Prize for editorial cartooning should be awarded to God, whose achievements this year in the medium of live-action protoplasm make Thomas Nast look like Mary Cassatt. And God bless President Billy. Bless his massive, screwed up psyche, his astounding love of mindless risk, and the years he didn't spend in therapy that all of us may revel in the infotaining fecundity of his unexamined soul.
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