26 August 2012

¡Look Who’s in the Tank for Mittens!


Paddy McTammany set out behind the pet g@@gle in quest of today's Bosstown (NY) Globe, I really did, ¡Eye swears it! --so as to keep oneself in due compliance with Kravitz, Esq., by having read all about how exotic, out-of-commonwealth journalism reads the mind of Mittius Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies, Master of Seamus, Stepmaster to Rafalca, Baincapper Extraordinaire, Possessor of the Golden Birth Certificate [1], &c. &c. &c.

But a funny thing happened on one’s way to the e-kiosk, one was suddenly floored by stumbling over ... over ... well ... like ... Yoo knows ... kinda ... uh ...


Amazombies for  Romney
"Words fail me, my Lords. Nothing that I might [scribble] could possibly match the depths of my feelings in this matter."

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UPDATE [08/26/2012 16:01] -- Eventually one gets over almost anything. The above document is to be titled "Amazombies for Romney." And while Eye was putting names to idols and icons and graven images, it seemed not amiss to revisit an old friend:


Allegator Tears
(( Allegator Tears ))
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Happy days.
--JHM

Oh, by the way, some of us geezers can still remember back to a whole different kind of tank narrative:


Dukakidoid Days
(( Dukakidoid Days ))
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[1] That last bit is a fresh addition to His Excellency's ever-expandin’ formal style.

Technically, the wording perhaps ought to run "Possessor of the Certificate of Golden Birth," but it would take a lot of fuss to explain why Heinrich von Kissinger, for example, has only a Silver or Bronze Certificate, the POTUS of us all, one of lead or maybe SillyPutty.



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