Howdy, p’litickull
junkies:
Here’s a great big
heapin’ load’a p’litickull junk fer ya ta sift thru. Ordinarully, I ain’t one
fer keepin’ track’a who’s in charge’a what where nohow, unless they’ve tabbed
someone ta shadow me, but I bin put wise by Uncle Fun ta th’ big convenshun’
th’ Republickun Party iz havin’ down there in Tampax Bay. Okay, first point —
where duz anyone get off callin’ anythin’ a “convenshun” when there ain’t
no-one nowhere there wearin’ any fezzes?
Uncle Fun tells me
th’ Demmacrats iz gonna do th’ selfsame fezzless thing next week, an’ ruin Labour
Day in th’ process. Shame on all of ‘em, I say.
Now, I know a lotta
people gots their problems with Republickuns…most of ‘em these days seem ta be
Rebublickuns themselves. But that’s b’side th’ point. What crabs me most ‘bout
this whole bunch iz th’ way they’re wastin’ one’a th’ coolest nicknames ever on
a great big sack’a dullness.
Honestly — does
Captain Boredom here look like he even otta havva nickname, much less a
cool one like “Mitt”?
Mitt’s th’ kinda name ya wanna see hung on a
real cullerful characktur — like some Gas House Gang ballplayer frum th’ 1930s
who played in a dozen er so differnt leagues an’ got banned frum baseball fer
hangin’ round with a chorus girl who ran a numbers racket.
He’d be a backup
catcher — mebbe playin’ in a platoon with some other catcher with a cullerful
nickname, like Bubbles Hargrave…
…er even Bubbles
Hargrave’s brother, Pinky Hargrave.
Uncle Fun sez that
such a dull guy usin’ such a cool nickname iz prolly some form’a
psychalogickull overcompensahun fer a deep-seated infeeriority complex.
But then,
pollatishuns wood hafta be inseckure, wooden they? I mean, where else do ya get
a job only after a whole mess’a people who don’t know nothin’ ‘bout whut th’
job’s all about take a vote on it?
B’sides th’ obvious,
that is. That’s how they keep th’ criminally inseckure away frum th’ gen’rell
populashun up in Canada, at any rate — they give ‘em publickly-funded air time.
(«« SPESHULL
BONUS «« Ta show ya how much too cool fer th’ C. B.
of C. we are, click on these here now blue letters ta hear a show of Uncle Fun’s an’ mine’s what never even gotta nibble frum th’ brain (?) trust at Canada’s Friendly Governmint Broadcaster.)
As fer th’ U. S. of
A., mebbe th’ solushun iz ta give th’ job’a prezdunt ta th’ most inseckure
person in th’ country.
Then they could give
convenshuns back ta their ritefull owners — Shriners, trav’ling salesmen, and
weirdos wearin’ Spock ears.
Sparky
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