There’s a literary category within the Hebrew canon called the imprecatory prayer. One of its most notable examples has the speaker longing, among other things, for the day he can bash his enemy’s babies’ heads upon the rocks. I think this is the doctrine religious and alt-right extremists in Trump’s administration — folks like Mike Pence and Stephen Miller — embrace in the privacy of their own hearts.
" … we have seen in a pitiful few months the Eisenhower mind crumble into uncertainty, retire into generalities, fumble with friendships and juggle alliances. At the same time Stevenson has moved serenely on, clarifying his position, holding to his line and never being drawn nor driven from his nongeneralized ideals. … Eisenhower seems like a punch-drunk fighter who comes out of his corner on wavery legs and throws his first punch at the referee." — John Steinbeck, essay on Adlai Stevenson, 1956
Well then why in the flyin’ fuque did you get a cat, for christsake!
Well … there’s Doctor Moreau, too … don’t forget him.
It’s because your creator, Greg Evans, has you by the balls … he’s emasculated you as a character that’s completely asexual … or gay, at best. Even you don’t believe you’re real anymore.
Graceland was never solvent, and Elvis has been “off” his routine for more than 42 years. That’s what happens when you get fat and lazy.
♪ Have you ever, have you ever been ♪
to Electric Buckyland? ♪
Don’t forget the ever-popular Romance Montage, an endless source of laughs in comedy spoofs.
Why just save it for the warm days, I say.
Da’ BLOONS! Let me at ’em!