Contributed quite a bit, Paddy suspects, for surely none of the Jay School fruits -- no frathouse babes immediately in evidence, Eye notices -- can wish to interfere with Citizen Fehrnstrom's plans to create our political happiness on the adamantine foundation of the neodictatorship of Mittius Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies, Master of Seamus, &c. &c. &c.
¡With the Smirk of Janesville substarrin as Master of the Horse!
¡¡Plus Senator S. Philip Fratboy off to one side lookin shirtleessly cosmopolitan!! Or perhaps, considering the little laddie's present chronological age, shirtedly.
None of this triune happiness of ours can ever happen, though, unless the Fearless Funders of Freedumb manage to stuff scads an scads of carpetbags full of boodle by the behavior here described.
The question before us, accordingly, is whether it helps to allure the meatheads of Louisedayhicksville by going on at any length about the sausage-maker's craft.
Now your really konsequent whightist señorito of the 'conservative' 'intellectual' (a.k.a. "intolerable whippersnapper") variety would suppress the Campaign Styles of the Rich and Famous even in such temptin' cases as Big Paddy (the Governor of us all, sucessor to M. Coriolanus Pompo) or what's-his-name, the senior Sen., the one with the yacht.
ENVY is a four-letter word, doncha know? A four-letter peccatum capitale, even, as it were. And the theory is, or used to be, that nobooby is immune, not even at LDHV an/or Rio Limbaugh. Wally Wombschool an Cindy from Wasilla certainly could start hankerin after spectacular locations as dazzlin, in their stodgey, real-estatey way, as is the candidacy of M. Coriolanus Pompo on the loftier an more spiritual plane of humanoid events.
Quite apart from the dogmatic mythology, it would be a serious inconvenience for the Fearless Funders an for Kiddiemaster Fehrnstrom if LDHV an RL were to start envyin those Bettters for Whom
it is their appointed station in life to scab. ¡Not far would the kiddiecons wander down that road before most likely turning Bolshie!
A vague theoretical knowledge that Ebb Scrooge, an Ollie Warbucks, an Tio Ruperto, an the Freres Koch, an . . . consume material goodies on a level that makes even Brookline lace curtains look pretty shabby is harmless. Probably it is harmless.
But your whight-wing agitpropper is definitely temptin Fate when she succumbs to some silly Jay School notion that absolutely everythin should be brought vividly before the selfservative kiddies' dittopans by means like "nearly 300 guests [who] dined on lobster, seafood salad, a raw bar, roast beef, salmon and blueberry cobbler with breathtaking views of the ocean and Farm Neck Golf Club."
(Incidentally, GULA used to be a four-letter theoword too, did it not?)
Let us hope, then, that the AP is solely responsible for at least the FNGC Three Hundred and their [exp. del.] blueberry cobbler.
Should that gaudy bit prove to have been stuck in gratuitously at The Fehrnstrom Fishwrap, well, Paddy and Eye will have to subtract even more points from Fabulous Fernie's runnin score, a score which has been declining of late for other reasons. (( See http://j.mp/P4B4SE for our attempt to convince political grown-ups that Fernie is, or once was, moderately formidable. ))
Happy days.
-- Patrick (Pádraig) Aloysius (Chlodovechus ) McTammany (#$@%!^&*)
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