No, it’s not a sophomoric pun … yet.
I want to take a moment of scientific history and apply it to the current situation in the Senate, and only later will we venture into the arena of the sophomoric pun. OK? Good.
Uranus, as seen by Hubble
(OK, Righties, time to go into the other room to listen [...]
My comment on Political Animal, the Washington Monthly’s blog, by the incomparable Kevin Drum. My comment on his posting today, “Changing The Subject” which is, itself, his comment on Matthew Yglesias’ (creepy and wrongheaded) Atlantic Monthly blog posting on the MoveOn flap that continues into its second (and soon its THIRD) week (and yes, I’m [...]
I’m one of those people who watched Bill Maher’s Real Time and heard the two black panelists asking the question: How come none of the national media have picked up on this story?
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So, I’ve been watching it trickle into national consciousness,
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his vorpal sword recommends
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Evidently you CAN fool some people all the time
Three Webrings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Red States where the Shadows lie.
One Webring to rule them all,
One Webring to find them,
One Webring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Red States where the Shadows lie.
(with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien)
his vorpal sword
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
