Sure, we’re all laughing now that the current Leader of the Free World uses scatological baby talk in public, but his powerful contribution to the history of our great country is already solidifying before our eyes. Consider the number of people interviewed at recent town halls who made statements to the effect “This is the first time in my life that I have become involved in politics.”
The importance of this contribution cannot be overstressed. It also explains the then-curious remark his wife (whom I for one now regard as brilliant, even if she can’t write a single syntactically well-formed sentence in her native language) made on the campaign trail. Recall her words:
Barack Obama will require you to work. He is going to demand that you . . . move out of your comfort zones. That you push yourselves to be better. And that you engage. Barack will never allow you to go back to your lives as usual, uninvolved, uninformed.
Tell me that she hasn’t been proven to be fact by recent developments!
If there’s one thing you can count on it’s that history will brand Barack Obama as “the popular-involvement president.” Engraved plaques will adorn the walls of public buildings in American cities and towns everywhere. The sentiment they proudly bear will be along the lines of the following:
This plaque commemorates our nation’s 44th president, Barack Obama, whose haughtiness, deceitfulness, naïveté, and Marxist inclinations so scared the bejesus out of sane, rational Americans that it led legions of them to become involved in current events and the affairs of government.
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… and additionally caused Howard Portnoy a fit of perturbation.
August 22nd, 2009 at 11:35 am
As I’ve said before, George H.W. Bush was the first President to use scatological baby-talk. The difference is that “deep doo-doo” is readily deciphered. It lacks the—how shall I put it—ineffable mystery of “wee-wee’d up.”
August 22nd, 2009 at 1:39 pm
“Ah, sweet mystery of wee-wee’d, at last I’ve found you . . .”
August 22nd, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Or “at last I’ve effed you.”
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:02 pm
Or for MacLeod -lovers everywhere , “at last I’ve effed you, CK”
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:07 pm
Works for me, but suggests the opening line needs some refinement:
“Ah, sweet Mr. Wee-Wee’d life, at last I’ve effed you.”
A couplet for later on in the song:
“Where the corn is as high
As a Hamid car’s eye. . .”
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:07 pm
A bit of a reach, fuster, but I’m willing to give you half-credit because it did raise a smile (though I find the sentiment distasteful).
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Psalm Beacon Tensions, wear corn fusion rains soup ream!
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:18 pm
@Peter Shalen – That one’s rather good, Peter.
If we can actually unlock the secret to sustained corn fusion we’ll be a rich undead rabble, indeed.
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:23 pm
Peter, that’s fabulous. Is that yours?
And fuster, after further review, I’ve decided that your comment actually was pretty clever. I’m willing to award full credit — if you concede that carpuccino had some merit.
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:35 pm
You let me watch you drink a cup of it and I’ll concede anything ‘cept the mop and bucket concession.
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:46 pm
Froggy, I see you haven’t yet learned the danger of giving me a dare.
August 22nd, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Froggy can foresee the all -too -likely apparent danger of flying fish puree.
August 22nd, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Which is presumably puree of flying fish? Can’t say I’ve had it, but I’m willing to try anything once.
August 22nd, 2009 at 3:24 pm
In this case, Howard, it’s pureed caffeinated carp sent airborne via reverse peristaltic action.
August 22nd, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Quoted from and linked to at:
http://www.thecampofthesaints.com/2009.08.16_arch.html#1250980281512
August 22nd, 2009 at 6:53 pm