Ignoringce is Golden

The BTBK, bow-tied boss kisser, really ought to give us a quick scribble to match the title Wombschoolin for Dummies. For the crux an pith an gist an active ingredient of Neowhightism, on its ’conservative’ iintellectual’ side, could not be better expressed than his freelordship here expresses it, despite unfairly singlin out dear Kruggie:

[B]asically the whight response to Paul Krugman [is] a pitying silence as one averts one’s eyes and hurries on

Not bein a Perfesser of Logic, to put it mildly, the BTBK can be spared captious criticism about revilin one’s bosses’ Class enemies being maybe just a smidging inconsistent with ignorin em.

Moreover, his freelordship is (probably) not a Perfesser of MacL@@han Studies either, so the earnest young wombscholar an freedowndumbee will have to look elsewhere for advice on how to get her pityin silence shytk quight unmistakably whight, with nobooby out there in T@@bavisionland in any danger of mistaking her pity-based silence for a wordlessness born of gloatin, or of commiseratin, or of sheer aghastitude, not to mention several dozen other candidates.

The Silence of Ignoringce is easier. In fact, ignoringce is usually floatin whight there in plain sight on the scummy surface of one’s silence for every cofactionalist to admire. The only problem is that a scorecard may sometimes be necessary to make out exactly which patient is getting this particular course of Kimball Therapy (© ™ ® & Pat. Pend.)

His cravatophile freelordship would be a good deal more amusin. it seems to the present keyboard, were HCphL simply to write "Why I Admire Paul Krugman an Yoo Should Too" at the top of a blank sheet





















an leave it at that. Winque, winque; nodde, nodde.


Para despedirme de Vds. les deseo felices días, "Happy days"


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[1] Being a universal genius, Kruggie did not surprise Eye and Paddy a bit by having spotted Bozo von Padschama bein silent at him from several kilometres off:

Now, the obvious riposte here is that we know why we have a weak recovery, and it’s not Obama’s evil eye — it’s the normal hangover from a severe financial crisis, which could only have been averted by much stronger fiscal and monetary stimulus. But that’s NOT A STORY the Romney PEOPLE WANT TO HEAR. Hence the DETERMINED EFFORT by people like [the bow-tied boss kisser] TO DISMISS everything we’ve learned — and I don’t just mean me, I mean Rogoff-Reinhart, the IMF, Alan Taylor, and more — about the macro effects of financial crises. So there you have it. The true plan is to provide an economic stimulus in the form of Romney’s awesome awesomeness; the cover story is the pretense of having an actual program. Are you feeling confident?

(( DIGRESSION. At last Kruggie has almost, but not quite, got the range of Mittius Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies, Despiser of apologetic wimps, Master of Seamus, Stepmaster to Miss Rafalca, Binder of Babes [new item 10/20/2012 04:34], Baincapper Extraordinaire, &c. &c. &c. ... nausea ... &c. &c.

(( Comrade Krugman still does not clearly see that the awesome awesomeness in question is not, mostly, a matter of His Mass. Excellency’s *personal* self-wunnerfulness, down at some wretched Kimbalkoid level, for all that H. M. E. is undeniably a double-barrelled H*rv*rd ’75. No, the really spiffy thing about ‘Mittens’ Romney is that to elect H. M. E. will be to entrust the destinies of our holy Homeland™ to a whole Class of Awesomes. Or make that "to ¡A Whole CLASS of Awesomes!"

(( Thus "the pretense of having an actual program" is, to some extent, unfair to H. M. E., who certainly does not slouch forwards with some cheapjack Fourteen Points to wave at T@@bavisionland and the electorate as if H. E. were St. Woodrow come again. The supposed secret plan is plain as day, really, an not to be compared with the shenaningands of President Kissinger an Dr. Nixing. Much better than knowin exactly what to do, His Awesomeness knows ... ¡ta-DAAH! ... whom to hire.

(( No doubt several godzillion potboilers titled something like 318.5 Management Secrets of Mary Baker Eddy have already discovered or invented that Peruna, more or less. Still, His Awesomeness will, if Father Zeus really hates us, be the first to put it into actual operation in the non-secret sector. Mittens will hire US the whight Classmates, an then their freelordships will see what needs to be done an promptly sally forth to do it.

(( Whereupon The Awesomes will collide at once with Johannes von Böhner und Erich von Kantor und Mitchel von McConnell an with all the other Classmates (an the hired hands, an the flat-out scabs, maybe even with the tame bow-tied perfessers of reaction) assembled in the lobby behind that crew.

(( That, however, is another story down to which we have not yet sunk. ))
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'Benghazigate', as some call it

Dear Dr. Bones,


Neohaven an’ Yaleodra™a to the contrary notwithstandin’, his freelordship of Simon Pajama perhaps never had all that much of a mind to lose. Nevertheless what’s left is in imminent peril, to judge from this scrumptious palæosabbath-mornin’ slice of pious baloney.

Q. ¿Why is a raven like a writing desk?

A. Because "Benghazigate, as some call it, is worse" than Watergate. Q. E. D.

Furthermore, pomegranates are thicker than water.

For once, the Fearless Funders of Freedumb, who pay to AstroTurf™-bag the brains of the brat pack into Tee Putty, have managed to lose Paddy altogether. Usually, one can make what the knaves in command an’ their scab clevers are up to, but not this time. ¿What on G*re’s green earth can their freelordships suppose themselves to be doin’ when they underwrite, and their clevers work up an’ stage, a major Otherparty Bark-an’-Bellow ’bout ""Benghazigate, as some call it"?

But even in extremest perplexity, one can annoy the wombschool community with a distinction or two. ’Tis only looking forwards, towards achieved results or at least original-intented outcomes, that the Benghazibaiter gentry (as some call ’em) do not make sense. Deploying a rear-view mirror [*], however, the student of neocomradology can guess that benghazibaitin’ must be designed to give the kiddie selfservatives a distraction from all those pesky polls in which Mittius Coriolanus Pompo an’ the Smirk of Janeseville have not been gettin’ proper respect from the lower orders.

To be sure, "just a distraction" is not the strongest of explanations: pretty well anything and its sister-in-law could be dragged in to distract. Ideally, one would like to have some notion why the Fearless Funders prefer this particular distraction to an almost infinite zoo of competitors. It makes things worse, not better, that to summon up the Old World to fairembalance a New in which one’s Class’s political tricks are temporarily falling flat is pure cliché at Potomac River City. Usually, of course, it is a ploy adopted by the Executive Branch that is rather than by mere wannabes, but that does not make it less a cliché.

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His freelordship’s cupboard love for Citizens Caddell and Powers affords no amusement or mystery, but Wally Wombschool an Cindy from Wasilla will not have noticed the fearful symmetry of it: ¿Who better to listen to in this Year of Coriolanus Pompo than his equal-but-opposite numbers, renegade whight-wing Demoncrats and Lieberals?

Though come to think of it, I believe we can make a little fun and mystery for ourselves by wondering what a wet-behind-the-fangs freelord like Simon Pajama *really* thinks of goodvolks who agree with almost everythin’ to which his freelordship recently perverted -- yet do not themselves boldly pervert. [**] I daresay his freelordship can toss a little Caddel & Powers brand bathsalts into the tub for his next wallow in self-esteem an’/or self-sorrowin’: "Unlike somevolks, Eye found the courage to act on my neovictions" &c. &c. &c.

Happy days.


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[*] No intrepid explorer of the quaint by-ways of Wingnut City or scenic feverswamps of Rio Limbaugh / Port Ste. Lucie should be without this item of equipment. Nowadays, many whightist agitproppers like to make noises about "reactionary liberalism," as if servility / conservility / neoservility were now the Cuttin’ Edge of Progress. Were that the case, a rear-view mirror would be perfectly useless, one would never see the slightest trace of one’s quarry in it. The Freedumb Funders an’ their crews of scabs an’ señoritoes an’ pajamaclads would be merrily wreakin’ Destructive ©®ea™ionism on tomorrow, while the student wastes her time looking for them back in yesterday.

But it is not the case at all, as any fool may plainly see simply from Coriolanus Pompo an’ the Smirk settin’ up to be "America’s Throwback Team." Moreover, as American D*cl*ne (Pat. Pend.) continues and accelerates, there will be more and more occasions on which humanoid events will be very puzzling indeed viewed either with the naked eye or through any optical apparatus other than precisely the rear-view mirror. Of course The way up and the way down are one and the same, but unless one reverses lift and whight in a mirror, they may misleadingly look rather different.

You heard it here first.


[**] Without wandering off into psychobabble altogether, one may wonder, perhaps, about the psychic rewards and penalties Master Patrick or Mizz Kirsting would incur by perversion, both (A), in the 16.3% event that Coriolanus Pompo becomes dictator an’ the Smirk magister equitum, and (B), in the 83.7% event that their firstlordships fall short.

To join the winnin’ side after the battle is inglorious, but often richly rewardin’. On the other hand, if rich reward were all that our semi-renegades cared for, ’twould be inexplicable that they have not been Republicanines an’ conserviles all their lives.

To wait until Team Freedumb loses the next round before formally signin’ up would be so peculiar chez nous as to be almost un-Homeland™ic, not that Paddy McTammany would raise any chauvinistic objections meself. Few things are less likely, but if C&P were to do it, they would be pervertin' not to mainstream throwbackism, but to a really tiny backwater trickle of selfocentric reaction that contains only J. Sidney McCain that anybooby ever heard of. "Mugwump Creek," call it. Or "Maverick Bayou."
Since C&P already enjoy the full self-privileges and neo-immunities of Mugwumpianity and le maveriquisme en Amérique where they are, it would seem perfectly pointless of them to move. Even if they have tired of that show and crave to be quiet conformists for a change, they could simply start agreeing with their nominal comrades, Again, without any need for a trip to City Hall to re-register.

Abzocker!

Dear Dr. Bones,

Unless I have forgotten a lot more High Prussian than I think I have, the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung is pleasantly in the tank with the good-guy water-polotics team.

But first the news:

Romney sagte in dem veröffentlichten Mitschnitt: „Es gibt 47 Prozent, die für ihn (Obama) sind, die abhängig sind von der Regierung, die glauben, dass sie Opfer sind, die glauben, dass die Regierung die Verantwortung hat, für sie zu sorgen, die glauben, dass sie ein Recht auf Gesundheitsfürsorge, Lebensmittel und Unterkunft, auf überhaupt alles haben.“

Mitschnitt is, alas, not *Mitt.schnitt and has no intrinsic connection with His Mass. Excellency, Mittius Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies, Despiser of Apologizers, Master of Seamus, Stepmaster to Rafalca,

(( Baincapper Extraordinaire, ))

Possessor of the Golden Birth Certificate, Ripest Fruit of

(( Cr*nbr**k, ))

&c. &c. &c. Most pertinently for our present purposes, H. M. E. is now become also "(the) Mighty Wielder of Percentages." [0][1]



Happy days.

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[0] Polly Glott over to G@@GLE turned H. E.’s recent titular enhancement into "The Mighty Benutzerbild von Prozentangaben," which seems to Eye and to Paddy impressive even by the local standards of Port Gibberish. _Benutzer_ might do, vaguely, for ‘wielder’, but nobody ordered a _Bild_. _Angabe_ with the inseperable prefix is the kind of thing Dr. Alzheimer takes away first: the dictionary says "declaration, instruction, statement; information." So Paddy and Eye envision an illustrated pamphlet that explains how to assemble forty-seven percent (but no more than 47%) of the bicycle Amazon sent us for Exmass.

One could make Mittens jokes about that, but ¿So what? We did not tell Miss Polly that we were tracking the biggest game of all, picture and pamphlet must have come from something lodged and rotting in her mind, not ours.

Plus ¡for the Sons of Bethmann-Hollweg & Daughters of Brünhilde to pretend not to know what ’mighty’ is! That is so obvious a self-exculpatory ploy that they cannot sanely hope to fool anybody.

On the Alzheimer front, Unterkunft will be about the last to go, we betsya. ¿Who can fail to remember a German word he learned the meaning of by reading War and Peace in a Homeland™ic translation?


[1] For those of them at Rio Limbaugh, plus everybooby demented by the dull-set strains of the MacL@@han t@@ba, Eye thinks we had better assign idols to the various items in H. M. E.’s ever-expandin’ formal style. So, then:

(( Mighty Wielder of Percentages ))

Each idol can be linked to a plain prose explanation for pre-postliterate grown-ups. In this case, to the complete transcript of H. M. E.’s ever-immortal Geheimrede.

American Nordic

Dear Dr. Bones,

Idols and icons cannot possibly mean the same thing to you and Eye as to those whose brains have been rotted by endless cadenzas for MacL@@han T@@ba.[1]

Probably only we happy two in all of central North America will see anything remarkable about this doozy:

(( "American Nordic" by The Daily Torygraph ))

Happy days.
--JHM

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[1] The medium is indeed the message / massage / mucilage, an MMM which might be prosed as "Abandon all criticism, ye who enter here."

Master of Seamus Does the Dishes

Romney is capable of showing kindness to certain animals in certain situations. Such as the time he tried to rescue a ferret from a dishwasher. From Michael Grunwald's new book, The New New Deal: The Hidden Story of Change in the Obama Era: [Former Utah senator Bob] Bennett says his friend Mitt Romney commiserated with him about the ingratitude of the Tea Party, telling a presumably apocryphal story about getting bitten by a ferret he had tried to rescue from a dishwasher. "Mitt said the Tea Party people are like that ferret in the dishwasher," Bennett says. "They're so frightened and angry, they'll even bite Bob Bennett, who's trying to get the country out of this mess." Despite the suggestion that the story was apocryphal, we consider it plausible that the incident actually happened to Romney.

Happy days.

The Apotheosis of Tee Putty

Well, AN apotheosis.

Obama puts Medicare in critical condition By Deroy Murdock | Monday, August 20, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Op-Ed (...) The Washington Post conveniently itemizes Obama’s 10-year decreases in Medicare: * The lion’s share, some 34.8 percent or $249.2 billion, involves “reductions in how much Medicare reimburses hospitals and private health insurance companies,” as Kliff observes. Team Obama lamely argues that these are not Medicare-benefit cuts. Nice try. This is like saying that Washington is not reducing student aid, just limiting tuition payments to colleges and university systems. * Another 30.2 percent of Obama’s Medicare reductions, or about $216.2 billion, is gouged out of Medicare Advantage. This highly popular program lets seniors choose among private insurers. But, since Obama knows best, this market-friendlier approach gets catapulted off a cliff. “These cuts will force seniors to pay $3,700 more for their health care by 2017,” according to the Ethics and Public Policy Center’s James C. Capretta. “The Medicare trustees project that the cuts will drive some 4 million seniors out of Medicare Advantage plans between 2012 and 2018.” * A further 8.8 percent ($63 billion) comes from payments diverted from home health providers. * An additional 5 percent in cuts ($35.8 billion) affects Disproportionate Share Hospital adjustment payments. These subsidies assist hospitals that treat large numbers of uninsured patients. * The remaining 21.2 percent ($151.8 billion) consists of cuts to another 10 or so Medicare services, The Washington Post reports. (...) Deroy Murdock is a columnist with Scripps Howard News Service and a media fellow with Stanford University’s Hoover Institution on War, Revolution and Peace.

walkman56 ? 0 0 Obama gave the money to insurance cos., hospitals, and closed the donut hole for seniors who are by and large living like paupers. Disgraceful. Posted 5 hours ago Reply Link Abusive

¡Well, well!  Anybooby who manages to get that much wrong in that few words would appear to be a poster child for AstroTurf™-baggin’ by the Fearless Funders of Freedumb.

THIS is the intended end product!   THIS is what all those hardly earned megabucks have been poured forth like irrigation water in order to raise us a crop of.   A scab so loyal to its bosses that it refuses to make any picky distinction between doughnuts and holes.  Or between geezers and paupers.  A scab prepared to believe that what the esteemed Hoovervillain has a quotee call, accurately enough, “reductions in how much Medicare reimburses hospitals and private health insurance companies" amount to BHO giving money to insurance companies and hospitals.

Freedumb of Private Judgement could hardly go farther.   Facts and Irish need not apply.

The trouble with this sort of seemin’ perfection, though, is that one can never be ENTIRELY sure one is not being practiced upon. The reason Mr. Poster looks rather too scabby to be true could be that he is not true at all and never intended to be.

Giving his walkmanship the benefit of the doubt, sinceritywise, Paddy and Eye think he might profit from a famous maxim of one



of the Venerable Pioneers of 'Turf’baggin:

That we may be altogether of the same mind and in conformity with the [AEIdeology], if She shall have defined anything (si ... Hierarchica ita illud esse definiat) to be black which appears to our eyes to be white, we ought in like manner to pronounce it to be black.

The point to be emphasized is that the homebrewin’ amateur may--should--simply leave it all alone until her hire-ups formally pronounce.   In the meantime, it ought to suffice to establish her utter neoloyalty to the Class of her Betters to annouce in advance a perfect willin’ness to see things their freelordships' way the instant she has been reliably informed which way that is. 

I guess his walkmanship might conceivably imagine himself to be, as it were, auditionin’, when he scribbles like this.   In order, that is, to show that he can see whighteousness when all looks Black (or at best Tan) to mostvolks, he gives us a sample of his stuff by lookin’ at "reduction in how much Medicare reimburses" and seein’ "gave the money to insurance cos., hospitals, and closed the donut hole."

Eye fears Fabulous Fernie,



or more likely some lesser underlin’ of America's Otherparty, would be rather perplexed to have his walkmanship in for a job interview. "It is very interestin’, neocomrade, that you can look at pink and see purple.   Not many can.  I congratulate you on your remarkable talent.   Unfortunately what Mittius Coriolanus Pompo and the Smirk of Janesville require at the moment is orange perceived and presented as green.  So please don't call us, we'll call you.   And have a nice day."

Happy days.
--JHM

Confronting the Tired Trend of Personal Gain

Liberals exploiting blacks is tired trend By Joe Fitzgerald | Saturday, August 18, 2012 Black history hasn’t taught us (sic) much, or so it seems when we see it continually reduced to a self-serving prop by those who regard it as a tool for advancement. Joe Biden telling a Virginia crowd of blacks that GOP policies are “gonna put y’all back in chains” is just any echo of shameless exploitations we’ve all heard before. (( ... yimmer ... yammer ... yada ... ¡SNIP¡ )) Black history is American history, too, so to see it appropriated for personal gain ought to offend anyone inclined to honor our heritage. (( .... ))

Joe Not-the-Wurzelbacher—rhymes with Clemens non Papa—lapses into the superduperthoughtful SOSO, "same old, same old," mode, one that kiddie selfservatives seem especially prone to. [*]

"I've heard it a thousand times, ERGO, I don't believe a word of it.  ¡So there, consider yourself refuted, O scum of a Bolshevik!"

Naturally your kiddiecon (or Kiddiemaster wannabe, like Old Colourblind Joe) takes a different tack when it is a question of neopropositions drawn from the Smaller Kaddiechism. Or from the Greater Kiddiechasm of the AEIdeology either, should the matter be especially deep-goin.

Even the lovely (but not so tal...) Cindy from Wasilla, who is surely, let's face it, about the last-ditch rock-bottom specimen of a Party neocomradess, bestembrightnesswise, is not likely come back with SOSO to, say, that beautiful,
that all but all-consolin apophthegm,

"A risin tide lifts all boats."

More urgently still, sievalisation as we know it (’tis the Whight Sievalisation of the Western Race to which Paddy and Eye refer, needless to say,

for of course there is, there can be, no other) would founder in a flash, Jumblies an all, were kiddiecons, or even less abnormal customers, to start applying SOSO to the so-called "commercial speech."     If, having heard the same radio plug for ScroogeBank, say, or for the window-replacement firm of your choice, for the 13,209th time made Ol Joe from Jay School an other rank-an-file Walmartians feel the way Vice President Joseph makes Ol Joe feel, why, commerce would grind to a halt.

Grass would grow in State Street an Herald Square, wolves howl in the very shadow of Baincap Tower an the Prudential. Soon Wellesley, an Weston, even Manchester-by-the-Sea (!), would become hard to tell from Louisedayhicksville or Chelsea. Lovecraft Country as a hole would lapse into such a sad state that Eye betsya even Massa Howie Carr might be ready to entertain the idea of lettin the Wampanoags take it all back. Especially if we stout Euromales could maybe weasel some kind of refund out of ’em, the Massachusetts product having proved unsatisfactory. Doubtless the warranty period has expired, but if the Natives expect us to steer other potential buyers to them in future . . . .

No, SOSO is deployed only when the kiddiecon, or some Fitzgeraldoid conner of kiddies, runs into some bit of eyeglaze she disliked at first sight on dogmatic-mythological grounds.  Otherwise, repetition mostly just produces inattention, Eye thinks, though with just a smidgen of doubt that there may be something to common Social Scientistic notions of subliminal suggestion. Clearly the Froods and the Jungs and the Adlers and, more importantly, their corporate epigones here in the Heimatland G*ttes did not think that repetition as such typically leads to SOSO, to what we may perhaps venture to christen as NtWS, "Not-the-Wurtzelbacher’s Syndrome." Or how about 'Fitzgeralditis'?

I think if that were the case by and large, even "WXKS AM 1200 Newton an (formerly) Rio Limbaugh" would have got the word an ditched it by now.

As is customary (obligatory?) in the stricter whightist circles, his freelordship of Fitzgerald stays as far as possible from anythin the least bit like the hateful Goose-and-Gander Paradigm. A catcher sure won't catch Ol' K*l*rbl*n' Joe thinkin that maybe--just 'maybe'--we donkeys can get quite as bored with his own Party drivel, as here exhibited for not exactly the first time, as his freelordship is impatient of Mr. Biden’s alleged ditto.

To attack head on, for a change: his freelordship was graciously pleased to begin by vouchsafin that "Black History has not taught us very much."

¡Love that US!  For obviously what irks his freelordship is basically that those people (so to call THEM) have signally failed to learn that they ought to have remained regular Republicanines such as they were back when General Ulysses was personally in charge of the Party of Grant & Hoover. (Well, sort of in charge.)

Paddy and Eye believe that Freelord Fitzgerald has stumbled across our very favorite pronoun of the first person plural, the one that contains NEITHER the speaker (Apprentice Kiddiemaster Fitzgerald himself, that would be) NOR those addressed (Wally Wombschool an the aforementioned Mizz Cindy, plus Rio Limbaugh an Wingnut City at large). The { we, us, our, ours } set that is semantically and functionally identical with { they, them, their, theirs }.

Now We Ourselves hereby demand to be addressed as "Marie of Roumania," if his freelordship, an The Fehrnstrom Fishwrap, an all the Louisedayhicksvillains really believe that they have not learned everythin that really matters bout Black History. The trouble is only, ¡quelle surpise!, that so many Blacks and Tans have yet to see the whight, and repent, an, havin repented, amend their lives by rushin down to City Hall to enlist with Rear-Colonel Bruce Tarr. Hopefully accompanied by two forms of photo I. D.

Not bein a complete jerk, Old Colourblind Joe does not attempt positively to expound the infallible racial teachins of the Smaller Kiddiechasm.  His freelordship just pseudo- an neo-moralises around the edges, as it were: "To see [Black History] appropriated for personal gain ought to offend anyone inclined to honor our heritage."

"PERSONAL gain" strikes a distinctly odd note, ¿does it not? One does not often meet with Republicanines an AEIdeologues who speak thus disparaginly of personal gain.  Moreover, whatever the Vice-President of US all may have thought he was doing the other day will not have involved spiffing up the Biden retirement portfolio.

Betcha Ol Joe from the Jay School had his dittopan temporarily disconnected from his keyboard when that one popped out. Your competent whightist agitpropper would have spoken of Party or factional gain, with or without a brief explanation for those of them at Rio Limbaugh why she who weasels financially for Tammany Hall and Cook County and "the Democrat party" is far, far worse than she who merely obtains banknotes to partially reimburse her personal expenses out of Spiro Agnew Brand (®) paper bags.

The freelordly tripe as it stands is not rendered any more tasty when one reflects that it is very difficult to think of plausible ways to become a Black History entrepreneur, boldly to pile up the literal doits and shekels for oneself alone, becoming at last the Steve Jobs, the Koch Frères, the Willard Mitt Romney, the Sheldon Adelson, the . . . of the Triangle Trade.  Not only was Mr. Biden not doing that, ’tis very doubtful that the "personal gain" thing can be done at all. Not, that is, unless ‘gain’ be reduced to such small potatoes as to be negligible in the eyes of a Fearless Funder of Freedumb. At best the future Gibbon of Afromerica may conceivably match the cash value of dear Kruggie's Nobel Prize, merest peanuts by TopPercenter standards: "10 million Swedish kronor (during January 2008, approx. US$1.6 million; 1.1 million Euro)"

Even assuming a strong wind of Affirmative Action from behind, corruptly blowing the trashbags ever up and up, only a fool would go into any sort of History Department guided by a dream of Avarice.

Were Their Ford still comin down to breakfast, chances are He would snap at the kiddiecons, an specially at their Party Neocomrade (sixth grade) J. X. Fitzgerald, that Black History is only more kolorblind bunk, for anybooby who wants to look out properly for Number One like a rational critter.

Happy days.
 --JHM

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[*] N.B.: Eye does not say "EXCLUSIVELY prone."