Sunday morning, I am duty bound to play roulette with the talking head shows on the networks, watch “Reliable Sources,” Howard Kurtz’s weekly journalism ethics critique on CNN, and scour the Washington Post, all in search of contentious or interesting ethics topics.
But rather than listen to endless rehashes of the South Carolina Republican primary, endure Newt Gingrich’s gloating, and again hear so-called experts repetitively apply their imaginary expertise to musings about what will happen in the next primary, Florida—-last week’s consensus: Romney had South Carolina wrapped up– I am watching “MVP: Most Valuable Primate” on Encore Family. It’s about a hockey-playing chimp (named Jack, appropriately enough).
It’s not bad.
Screw it. A man can only take so much.
Ethics Alarms 
Surely if there’s room for a Newt in the nomination race, there’s space for a chimp? He looks remarkably telegenic to me. And he might even be able to remember more than four things at once, this evidently being the most important of all qualifications for life in the er, you know, it’ll come to me in a minute.
Jack Marshall, man on a precipice.