An astute reader quickly discerned the source of the title of my last post. It's the title of an Elvis Costello song which my memory served to tell me contained a few somewhat apt lyrics. From the song:
History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues...
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle...
I've got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief.