Ravi Shankar

 

I don’t get it.

I read a lot of commentary, OpEds, bloggish stuff and all sorts of things. But never once have I read anything from this so-called, “prolific” Indian satirist and I don’t care WHAT Native American tribe he’s from.

Look, if The Grey Lady wants to call somebody prolific, bounteous or profuse, I got nothing wrong with that, just so long as it’s accurate.

And for another thing, what’s with the picture of a bunch of guys sitting around caressing god-knows-what, in front of a bunch of microph . . .

Uhh . . . hold that thought for just a tic.

Hmm . . . well . . .

Damn my eyes.