A correspondent a hair too close to the Agricultural Station avers irrationally that he and other PG boys "know the score," and speculates that "the monkey" is the real artist. First, for the record, "the monkey" is six Sulawesi crested macaques who have chosen this route, having struck out as playwrights, because what the hell else is there to do?A flusterated editor stops short of accusing Googlecorp of barring her submission. This space is well-known for having all kinds of doubts about the platform's quirkiness regarding some topics. We will go further and wonder exactly what is Adm. Poindexter's relationship with Googledyne Industries?
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