Jill St. John: the “St.” does not stand for “street.”
My wife last night was listening to some Hollywood thingy on YouTube, and the narrator broke my concentration on my work by talking about “Robert Wagner and Jill Street John.”
Had I heard that right? Well, yeah, I did. He kept saying “Jill Street John” instead of “Jill Saint John.” That’s when I realized it was no “he.” It was a mindless robot that only knew one use–the wrong use, under the circumstances, of the abbreviation “St.” as part of someone’s surname.
So there we are getting, uh, “educated” by machines programmed by careless simpletons… and who are the simpletons now?
Are we evolving into some species of brainless dweedle, taught and nourished by dweedles created and programmed by dweedles? Will our up-to-date version of the Apostles’ Creed include “the communion of streets”? How stupid do we have to get before we threaten our own continued existence?
We do keep God busy, don’t we?