Not living in New York anymore, I read the Post a lot less, so I’d forgotten just how insufferable Phil Mushnick was. But nearly as bad as the I-hate-everything sanctimony is the end-of-column attempts at humor. Such as yesterday’s:
Show Biz Joke of the Year:
Man walks into a psychiatrist’s office. “Doc,” he says, “I can’t stop singing the song, ‘Delilah.'”
“Hmmm,” says the shrink, “sounds as if you’re suffering from Tom Jones Syndrome.”
“Is that rare?” the patient asks.
“It’s not unusual,” replies the doctor.
I think that joke is older than I am. Showbiz joke of what year? 1984?