Now at the start of every make-believe radio program, the Valalusians pay tribute to me on the show. Henry, stranded at a New York airport, even phoned-in because he said that he feared disappointing me. It is all very touching in its own sick warped way. They are performing their radio charade for my benefit, which is understandable since I am practically the only one who listens to their amateur hour, enduring that ordeal so that I can keep my readers informed of their latest fibs and foibles.
If you wish to subject yourself to the same ordeal, you can do so by visiting Babalú blog and clicking on the Babalú Radio Hour icon. This week's show contains other priceless Kodak moments, such as Val accusing me, the éminence grise of their show, of harboring "an obsession" about them and George Moneo's lecture on penis envy (?) as the cause of the Cold War, surely an argument that Sigmund Freud didn't live to make because he didn't live long enough.