The Barrell of the Sausage
I suggested in yesterday's article that Obama and Ayers probably met when Obama was at Columbia and Ayers was at the nearby Bank Street College. (They had Edward Said as a common connection.)
Well, case closed, then. Take them out and shoot them.
And so I quote from the 487,982nd hothouse paragraph at NRO this week alone, in which the author attempts, through the comical disgorgement of ridiculous detail, to prove that Barack Obama may be too much of a Nut for ordinary Americans to accept. It's like getting fashion tips from a man wearing a clown nose & fruit hat, with a live salmon down his pants: "Your tie does not match your socks. Giggle! Calm down, Mr. Wriggles!" Frap frap slap. "Eeeek!" (Exit, pursued by a bear.)
It is a very edifying spectacle. Strangely admirable, though, like the band that kept on playing as the Titanic slowly slid 'neath the frigid tide. Except in this case they're all playing kazoos. Badly.
Sir, you are in error. Those miscreants do not possess the dexterity to perform on a Kazoo. They are using tissue papers, and combs.
...fashion tips from a man wearing a clown nose & fruit hat, with a live salmon down his pants.
I shall elucidate this point to Mr. Gravy when next I see him, sir -- though I fear The Salmon has, alas, expired, and that some time ago.
Posted by: Jemand von Niemand | October 09, 2008 at 09:35 AM
Those cold dark waves, with kzzoos in the background, one by one slowly silenced.
Hey, got any melted butter for the popcorn?
Posted by: Poicephalus | October 09, 2008 at 10:30 AM
Or how about The Unsinkable Molly Ivors.
Yeah, I like that!
Posted by: Poicephalus | October 09, 2008 at 10:35 AM
McCain plainly states he's not an astronaut , but he is a knowin' the challenges of takin' up space in a nasty and privileged but other wise meaningless life
Score one
On the other hand some of us citizen joinalists ectually try to know our subjecs afore dipensin wisdumb about 'et .
The water was cold
Deep too
We played well
Score game check and match
Posted by: theperilouspea | October 09, 2008 at 10:51 AM
The Corner, fearlessly blazing new frontiers in stupid.
Posted by: DrDick | October 09, 2008 at 10:53 AM
Strangely admirable, though, like the band that kept on playing as the Titanic slowly slid 'neath the frigid tide. Except in this case they're all playing kazoos. Badly.
This is one of my favorite extended metaphors ever.
Bravo!!!!!
Posted by: steve simels | October 09, 2008 at 11:31 AM
Not even Lionel Hutz could defend a person against such strong evidence. A suggested hypothetical probability? Shit, man - throw away the key!
Posted by: Ripley | October 09, 2008 at 11:47 AM
Nearer my dog to thee . . .
Posted by: rea | October 09, 2008 at 01:42 PM
the comical disgorgement of ridiculous detail
Corroborative, artistic verisimilitude, otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative, etc.
a man wearing a clown nose & fruit hat, with a live salmon down his pants
I have always thought that a good name for a clown would be "The Great Ponzi".
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | October 09, 2008 at 08:44 PM
Get thine arse over to Sadly, No!, Thers, as apparently Cornfed Wankee has decided that Ayers was Obama's ghostwriter for his autobiography...
Posted by: actor212 | October 10, 2008 at 11:18 AM