Avoiding seeing things as they really are
LAST WEEKEND, I managed to successfully brainwash my 6-year-old nephew into believing that Ultraman, that low-tech superhero of 1970s television, is the greatest champion of all time. It took only a marathon session of 39 episodes, some in English and some in Japanese with comically inaccurate subtitles, to convince him that the giant amalgam of energy, steel and human emotion was "good" and that all the cheesy, Claymation-type monsters coming after him were "evil."
Flowers: And if elected, I'll be as shocked as you
THE OTHER day I was cooling my heels at the Immigration Office, waiting for my client's naturalization interview. To pass the time, we went over some of the questions on the civics part of the exam, most of which had something to do with politics. At one point she said, "Would you ever run for office?" And, laughing hysterically, I said, "Sure, just as soon as I un-write every single one of my newspaper columns."