NO STANDARDS, NO IDEALS *** I saw few of Robin Williams' performances but generally enjoyed them, especially in "The Secret Agent" and "24-Hour Photo." He was highly amusing as Slip Mahoney in an SCTV skit entitled "The Bowery Boys in the Band," a satire in which the old movie gang were all queers. (As queers have risen to the status of a valuable and protected species, rather like spotted owls, this might not be seen today.) Therefore, I don't require convincing that he was a talented man. When it comes down to it, however, he was a recidivous, reformed junkie and drunk that died by his own hands a junkie and drunk. While I can understand him as a cover man for "People," where celebrity thugs and sluts are regularly exalted, why on earth would "Time" give him the same coverage? Was he a wild Democrat campaign fund contributor? It is a conundrum in the class of how a newly-elected Neighborhoof Organizer of zero experience in anything was handed a Peace Prize. I feel great sorrow when anyone, especially an accomplished individual, dies before his time and especially so when the person takes his own life, in the eyes of many the only unforgivable sin, but I see the posthumous hero worship accorded Mr. Williams as one more sign of the degeneracy our national standards and ability to discriminate bewtween what is good and what is not. Drunks and junkies deserve no respect, but I wager it will be no time before Mr. Williams is staring up at us from the $1.25, forever postage stamp.