And, after all, we're talking about a disk jockey here. Who really gives a rip?

I for one do not intend to spend the rest of my life being insulted every time someone says something that I don't agree with. Why be offended by a disk jockey? (Appologies to any DJs in the crowd.) Maybe the guys did look silly. Maybe the disk jockey hates kilts. Maybe his mother didn't nurse him so he has some sort of Oedipus thing going on. Who knows?

And besides, I once volunteered to defend the right of every idiot in the US to say whatever crazy thing he wanted to say because the constitution says he can. Like the old saw, "I may not agree with what you say, but I will fight to the death for your right to say it."

I think boys with their pants below their butts look silly, and there are some who think my kilt looks silly. I'm just glad that everyone here is smart and good looking and has excellent taste in clothing. It's all those losers out there in pants who don't know what time it is.

It's them, right? It's not me? It's them . . right?

I know I'm wearing a kilt tomorrow, and I don't really care who likes it. Or doesn't.