as I was using a sharp knife to edit through a NY Post. Here are the articles that caught my attention this morning at 0515 in NYC.

He’s the May”or Boo!berg…angered by the lack of respect he stated “You probably belong in ______never mind.” This great man realized his mistake in time to cut his tongue off. The heckler at the Brooklyn Academy of Music will never know where he belongs.
A tiny article on the next page in the lower left is a puzzle. Apparently a tree committed suicide. Ancient Tree Puzzle. In Longowood, Florida investigators are ruling out arson after one of the world’s oldest cypress tree caught fire and collapsed in Central Florida. The Division of Forestry told the Orlando Sentinel the fire was not the work of an arsonist. The tree was approximately 3,500 years old.

Live, Nude, Funny Women. Now that’s a headline! Three stars from Elisabeth Vincentelli. Of course the picture of three women posing together in the nude have 7 black bars hiding breasts, pudenda, and Gluteus maximus muscle – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluteus_maximus_muscle. Oh, don’t bother looking this up in Wikepedia’s English version. It’s blacked out due to censorship.

Fin is in! Nifty ’50s Prada. Shoes for women. What’s new here? Are they going to cost less? Big deal. This article is  20 times  bigger than a the Giant Cypress’s Mysterious Death. This is telling of the NY Post.

Too lazy to deliver.
Litter and the New York Post

And the last article was a POSTOPINION by Rich Lowry. No Chivalry on Costa Concordia. This is really no joke. But apparently the crew abandoned ship and again there was a problem with not being able to release the lifeboats. A redesign of this safety equipment is in the works by yours truly.

As I finish writing this, the song is Vicki Lawrence’s The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia.

He was on his way home from Candletop,
Been two weeks gone, and he’d thought he’d stop,
At Web’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her
Andy Warlord said: Hello
He said How. What’s doin’?
Wo said: Sit down, I got some bad news and it’s gonna hurt.

He said: I’m your best friend, and you know that’s right,
But your young bride ain’t home tonight
Since you been gone, she’s been seeing that Amos boy, Seth
Now he got mad, and he saw red
Andy said: Boy, don’t you lose your head,
‘Cos to tell you the truth, I’ve been with her myself.

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
‘Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands

Well Andy got scared, and left the bar,
Walkin’ on home, ‘cos he didn’t live far
You see, Andy didn’t have many friends,
And he just lost him one
Brother thought his wife musta left town,
So he went home and finally found,
The only thing Papa had left him, and that was a gun

He went off to Andy’s house,
Slippin’ through the back woods quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin on the floor,
In a puddle of blood, and he started to shake

Georgia patrol was making their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag them down
A big-bellied sherriff grabbed his gun and said Why’d you do it?

Judge said guilty on a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sherriff on the back with a smile,
And said: Supper’s waitin’ at home, and I gotta get to it.

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
‘Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands

Well, they hung my brother before I could say,
The tracks he saw while on his way,
To Andy’s house and back that night were mine
And his cheatin’ wife had never left town,
That’s one body that’ll never be found
You see, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
‘Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
‘Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands
http://www.the70sproject.com/lyrics/song-lyrics.php?song=night-lights-went-out-in-georgia-vicki-lawrence