Whoa, slow down there, maestro. There’s a *New* Mexico? Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman — and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing. How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive? You don’t win friends with salad. Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I work, I work. Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please, eliminate three. P.S. I am not a crackpot.