Feb 28, 2001 15:02
In that universe, not just civilization, but all life on Terra, came to a very hideous end in 1984, because the President was constipated one day and made the wrong decision. Their technology was so advanced that half the solar system went nova along with the Earth.
In the next universe Simon explored, we were saved because a red-haired Tantric Engineer named Babs Lashtal gave the Prez a first-class Grade-A blow job in the Oval Office at 10 a.m., relaxed his tense muscles, pacified his glands, soothed his frustrations, and inspired him to act relatively sane for the rest of the day. He did not push the button, thereby preserving millions of species of living forms on Earth and thousands of microscopic species on Venus.
Babs Lashtal, of course, was regarded with contempt by all right-thinking people, who had no idea that they owed their lives to her skillful extraction of presidential spermatazoa by means of tender, gentle, gracefully rhythmic kissing, licking, and sucking of the presidential wand.
Even if they had known about it, the right-thinking people would still say Babs should be ashamed of herself.
The whole novel was rather didactic, Simon decided. It was written only to prove a point: Never underestimate the importance of a blow job.