A certain segment of our nation’s publishing industry has long been parasitic and detrimental to our wellbeing. They drag our youth through the mud and leave them wallowing in shame and self-pity. If the Constant Reader enjoys an occasional periodical put out by Hugh Hefner’s daughter or the venerable and sagacious Larry Flynt, relax and read it for the artwork. There are worse things a young person can do than pick up that issue of Playboy for all its articles and intellectual stimulation contained therein. One would involve smoking clove cigarettes, another, equally destructive habit would involve buying into the...