What it is…
I hear the first chords of Dueling Banjos. But, in this case, we ought to note that the duel is among multiple realities rather than between a simplistic political dichotomy. The battle for normalization of ideological commonplaces has begun. That’s a fancy-pants way of saying: Here come ‘da spin!
UPDATE (12:53 p.m.): I love it.








I’ve succumbed to Judiana. And thanks to this, I fear I’ve contracted a case of dietrologia.
I wonder if a marathon viewing of Hee Haw would flush it out of my system. Works for my dad.
Hahahahaha!
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You’re the king of sinful sots,
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch,
You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
One of the unfortunate side-effects of dietrologia is involuntary cackling at such a beatific Fitzmas wish as this:
If only it were true, Cindy-Lou Who. If only it were true.
I give up! I’m outta here.
Sven- One of these days, I’ll buy you a beer and we’ll talk
R- Com’on…we’re just good ol’ boys havin’ fun!