And here's to YOU, Mrs. Robinson (Louise Robinson, Cape Town, South Africa)

Amusement, amusement. TOURISTS want AMUSEMENT.

They'll fly on an uncomfortable plane for 8, 10 hours, and spend a fortune on hotels and overpriced food, just to be AMUSED.

They take pictures. They see some sites. Then brag where they've been, adding, "...but I wouldn't want to live there."

One thing about travel is to know the dangers. One danger, for NYC tourists, is not knowing that February is a WINTER MONTH. Anything can happen, including a blizzard. Or a thermometer dipping below freezing, which just might cause some inconveniences, it not fatalities.

An article on an old man who collapsed and froze to death on the Boardwalk in Brooklyn, included some notes on more minor inconveniences related to the weather. This included a frozen pipe in a cheap hotel. Let me assure you, a HOLIDAY INN is a cheap hotel. It's not a symbol of class ANYWHERE in the world.

Aw, Louise Robinson. Well, everybody hates a tourist. So may I join the chorus in saying "FUCK YOU," lady.

In the song "Christmas in Cape Town," about your racist, backward, shit-headed town, Randy Newman sang about "The niggers...starin' at us real hard with their big ugly yellow eyes." Yes, "all the boogies in the street, radios turned up very loud."

Not a tourist destination, is it? Despite the brilliant leadership of Dizzy Desi the Toot (Desmond Tutu) who believes the only apartheid country in the world is Israel?

Somehow, more people would rather visit Israel than set foot in South Africa at all.

Also in Randy Newman's song, these lines: "Darling, if you don't like it here, go back to your own miserable country."

So, Mrs. Robinson, go back to Cape Town, with its robberies, racially-charged rapes and murders, backwardness and incompetentness, but...it's apparently exquisitely run cheap hotels. There's surely a lack of snow there. As well as a lack of intelligent people of any race.