To Hell with The Happy Tutor

After all we went through during that Metafilter fiasco, I swore off satire, masks, carnival, and that whole Menippean satire routine. It definitely does not play in Peoria.  What they want in the real world is a straight faced informational site about giving. They want sincerity. Inspiration. A persona they can trust. Clean language and no jokes. So when my former Master, the Happy Tutor, calls me a sorry clown, he can brandish that big stick of his as much as he likes. I am not going to respond. I am consulting on philanthropy to one of the biggest banks in the world, Tutor. I had champaign and caviar and the best steak in New York City last night. They picked up my bar tab. I ate everything in that mini-bar in my suite at the Ritz, and they paid for that too. What did you have for supper last night? You eat and sleep on a sack of garbage. I feel sorry for you. Telling the truth? Yeah, right. Were did that ever get a Fool like me? Philanthropy is a business, Tutor. Get with the program.