Thursday, December 11, 2003

 
Verbiage

Nothing clever is likely to follow but will try to fill some virtual space in attempt to avoid sliding into writers' sloth. Even the Corner seems quiet today, and the Derblackonred post summons up only the fragment, "Playing solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of 51...now don't tell me I've nothing to do..." It's not as catchy as yesterday's memory of Cream's "...tales of brave Ulysses how his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly signing...(don't remember much else, but Beavis&Butthead noise suffices next)...dah dah dah dah dah.....
And Attila was not a Hungarian, but the discussion of the taste and toxicity of wines from the environs of Buda or (yech) Pest reminds one of the fictional use of poisoned brew by his bride in the movie "Attila." Too bad that "overfed, leaping gnome" didn't "spill the wine and take that pearl."[Burdon] -Well it sticks in the head better'n that a mangle of the late Shel Silverstein's song advising against the transmission of gonorrhea: "Don't give "Erdos" to the one you love most-give her some marmelade, give her some toast."
Yeah, it's too bad that the above drivel is protected by the First Amendment, but that political speech has taken some thumbs to the eyes and a knee to the groin(Commentary magazine-Jerry Z. Muller on Rosa Luxembourg-down in the basement here somewhere)from the likes of Sandra Day O'Commie and Ruth "Bader-Meinhoff" Ginsburg. The Left hides its nasty antigens behind a thin protective smear(antigenically similar, if not identical, to that of its "host") of liberalism and is intrinsically, joyously, positively totalitarian. It is diametrically opposed to pluralism in politics and the economy. I don't, for examples, support the policies of domestic sugar producers or the Right To Life people, or the "Welfare Rights" panegyrists of parasitism, but unlike the Leftoids, I like to think that if I strap on a Maxwell Smart or Mastiff Cone O' Silence on dose(see what happens if one drops dem dental fricatives)guys, I would have the personal integrity to admit to myself, if not to others, wot the f%$*# I wuz doin'. (I'd thank Jonah Goldberg here, but he has been a bit thin on presence here after being called a "crap weasel"(albeit in jest)) Scratch a supporter of "Campaign Finance Reform" and you will find, not a Tatar, but a totalitarian who resonates with the ol' Marxist canard that freedom of the press matters only to the those who own one. -Not that the "press" has done much to raise "Alarm!"s lately in these matters, not realizing that those who remain in silent running now may get "das boot" themselves later.
-Will close with some practical advice for the verhereitet: It was noted in recent months in some august journal(er,perhaps Stuff, FHM or Maxim) that letting one's frau know that one fantasizes about other wymyn is Okeedokey, but what is *not* O.K. is to let her Pedastalness know *whom*. Or..if confronted with, "I saw you looking at my friend. Do you find her attractive?" One strategem that seems to work is to (try delivering in a faux Italian or French accent) say some thing like, "But of course! I find all the world's weemen attractive! But I *love* only you!"
Hey, not that I'm paranoid about the state(yet): It is not the BATF but the BAC that brings this spew to a close....