Uncle Fun and Sparky Land

This iz one’a them times when I feel even sorrier fer journimalists than usuwall. Y’see, them whut reports th’ news iz only allow’d ta tell whut they’ve found out happen’d er whut someone told ‘em happen’d, an’ not whut their own kids could tell ‘em iz ackchewally goin’ on — as if they dint already know it yet. As both a kid an' a fickshunal-type cartoon character one at that, I'm under no such prohibishun, so here goes my mouth about ta run off with itself again. Now, I dunno if this whole whatchamacallit with Petraeus (notiss how I spells th’ complickatud names kurreckly, folks?) iz er iz not a spy story (betcha a nickel it iz, tho’). All’s I know iz, if th’ best th’ C.I.A. an’ th’ U.S. High Kummand has ta offer iz a couple’a guys who come up short in th’ discreetness an’ discreshun d’partmints ta Gen’l Halftrack frum Beetle Bailey, then th’ whole world’s in kinduva mess.

 

That’s all’s I gotta say.

Sparky