Our youth was essentially ruined by our fascist parental units. (One now deservedly rotting in a grave in Texas, the other's cadaver fittingly mutilated by medical students. Hah!!) One of their most heinous assaults on our youthful well-being was depriving us of telebision. So there is a generalized nostalgia (Nostalgia for something one didn't experience: More or less authentic?) but no deep childhood-emotions are disturbed in this reporter by the death of Soupy Sales. Still, this is quite an image we just copped from
The Divine Mr. M.
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