05 September 2012

Not OUR Place To

Dear Dr. Bones,

Right next to the portrait of Quantillâ Sapientiâ there should hang one of her late husband, Quantillo Tempore, the moral being, "¡So many bozoes, so little time!"

Mistakes have been made due to the press of business. More exactly, due to the need to break off business on occasion, sad slackers that we are.

It appears Paddy and Eye cannot find the Blue Blazerly stimulus that evoked our coarse and illiterate response. It must have been a comment by ‘somervilletom’ in order to explain the words we below venture to put into the mouth of M. Coriolanus Pompo's Daddy. But what the e-comrade was commenting on, and where he commented, have been gathered to the bosom of Dr. Alzheimer.

Still, what we wrote seems clear enough, and exactly who proposed the job-interview _shtyk_ and in what words does not matter critically. Eye hopes.




(( deest ))





It makes a pretty picture, to have have US THE PEOPLE


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asking Mittius Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies,

Ouranos an Zeus
(( "Somwhererville? Way down over there, son. I think." ))

Possessor of the Golden Birth Certificate, Baincapper Extraordinaire, (&c. &c. &c.) in for a job interview. Certainly the WhightGuard brat pack ought to adore it: many of their Kiddiemasters talk that pious line of baloney all the time.

Still, you cannot be serious. His Excellency is a double-barreled H*rv*rd ’75, after all, not only an M.B.A. crook but a J.D. shyster.

Plainly it is for the Master of Seamus to weigh our jobs an’ jobworthiness [1] in the balance of Big Management, not vice versa.

¿Who the deuce do you think We The P. are? ¡Let's have some proper respect, O Somerville!


Rustic Civility, Wm. Collins

Happy days.

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[1] Also our fringebenefitworthiness, if that's a word. Our claims, in any case, to old-age pensions, and medical coverage, and police protection, and weekly garbage collection, and the like. Plus educationalism, naturally, at the lesser, but not altogether negligible, infra-Cranbrook level.




Naturally this discombobulation would happen to a McScribble to which we have already linked from over on the Great Blue Hill.


Well, we can at least provide a copy of the second out-of-the-blue provocation:


Questioning Warren's right to her Harvard professorship?


Implying that she lied her way into her jobs by claiming to be a member of a disadvantaged minority, when she never did any such thing? That’s politics by smear and lies. Brown is a second-generation political politician, a creature of the political machine, who has already demonstrated that he will play as dirty as anyone. And lets not forget his staff’s “Crazy Khazei” anonymous Internet smear campaign — until through their incompetence they blew their own cover.


Bob_Neer @ Thu 6 Sep 12:56 AM


Ad quem Patricius Oculusque:

Nothing that emanates from the far blue fastnesses of

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Morningloryside Heights in the City of Bosstown (NY) is to be dismissed lightly.

Nevertheless, a humble footsoldier in the E-Legion of All Progressive Humanity who likes to call meself “Paddy McTammany” feels none too happy in a political climate that features a steady dismal drizzle of de haut en bas tripe and baloney about — against — the “second-generation political politician [and] creature of the political machine.”

These wannabe sneerwords are, of course, highest praise. Praise for which S. Phillip Fratboy, distinguished current warmer of The People’s Seat™ though he have the honor to be, scarcely begins to qualify.

Happy days.

P.S. Paddy and Eye happen to have at hand the following little freebie that features a pretty pair of Viewers from Morningloryside Heights:


After which come only Governor George Wilken an governor-to-be Mitt Willard, as already seen here.

Two trivialities, if Eye may:


(1) ¿Can you, sir, think of some way to get from ‘sneerwords’ to "Neer words" that would not mystify pretty well everybooby?

(2) Far more upmarket and toney, that pleasing "Rustic Chivalry" graphic performance instantly puts one in mind of Don Diego's notorious



So, then, ¿Can the Muses or Dr. Bones think of a fit tertium quid to hang between the two? [*]


Happy days.
--JHM

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[*] The parallel is not perfect. Eye takes for granted that the sinister Brit equestrian was not original-intented to be supposed identical with the painter.    It might be interesting, though, to dig up some Tert. Ed. accounts of what Mr. Collins was up to, exactly.


A pity, by the way, that William Collins was almost certainly no near relative of

Michael Collins
(( BigFella ))





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