I think, therefore I type

And don’t get me started on the front-page resurrection of Panchito as political commentator. Believe me, I knew Johnny Rotten, and this lame joke is no Johnny Rotten. He could chew and think, and he left an awfully big bathtub to fill. Someone should tell the bosses some of us remember the last time America listened to the man who mistook a towel slap on the ass for qualification for the presidency. Go back to your silly paella and underwritten issues. Fool us once, won’t get fooled again.