“The
dictionary fails us. We are at the Rubicon with the fate of the
republic in the balance. If the Senate acquits it will follow the
Roman example as well as the Reichstag in ceding power to the newly
minted Caesar. As Disgustus farts in church, no words can fully
express the disgust and contempt for Moscow Mitch and Leningrad
Lindsay who, while snorting his farts, giggle and swoon.”
----from The
Quotations of Chairman Joe
I
responded with these words in a correspondence on Facebook with my
old friend Pete Carlberg in which he had posted a description of
tRUMP penned by the late novelist Philip Roth. Like conservative
political commentator George Will, the erudite Roth had appeared to
have plumbed the depths of the dictionary in order to find nouns and
adjectives sufficient to put hands upon, and wrap arms about, the stench from which the world now recoils. Noting the literary effort, I responded, in effect, that our lexicon is near exhaustion; the dictionary is—in
mining terms-- nearly played out.
I
spoke too soon. Pete possesses a mental elasticity and breadth that
always pleasantly surprises. His response was to conjure another apt
description of presidential psychosis:
Cockwomble:
(Noun) Person, usually male, prone to making outrageously stupid
statements and/or inappropriate behavior while generally having a
very high opinion of their own wisdom and importance.
Precisely
the kind of person who would fart in church and expect his acolytes
to snort, giggle and swoon.
An
Br'er Putin, he jus' laugh and laugh
Convict
and Imprison
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