Okay, so you definitely hit the marks with the whole peroration in a mishmash of literal and poetic bathos. But I do have this niggling criticism, that your character would never have known Haryhausen's name.
This kind of sums up what I heard today while reviewing scientific data when this was on the radio (online). When he got into the niggling punctuation, of the punctuation in a handwritten document wherein "a comma yadda yadda yadda and I thought "Here's where Jefferson took a short nap." To deny where they got the ideas that they did (originalists seems to believe that the "founders" pull this document straight (out of their asses) from divine inspiration after much debate for being rich, they were the smartest in the room (a debate was held from there as to who really should have belonged to "the "smartest" although some did dress rather nattily for the day) as opposed to building upon the foundations they understood. So the "We rejected English Law while ignoring a base they used, granted, applied at that time by noblemen against the king, then became granted to those considered "deserving" at that time. I don't think there was an editor in the room but they did leave room for one for "a better union".
I suspect, upon the upcoming Lunar New Year (and a hopefully good one personally for you all), that we will continue to live in "interesting times" as the old proverb says and most likely, given history, it will be to the end of mine. I saw a rise of these times, may I live to see the denouement.
Ugh, Longfellow -- the worst fucking American poet ever. An affront to glories possible in meter. A Manifest Destiny nut-wrench who baits his venom'd hook in sentimental glurge & inoffensive trochees. He makes the "Trump Inauguration" poet seem like Whitman.
Next week in Weaponized Nostalgia we're talking about early USian appropriations of the "Anglo-Saxon" as rationale/mythic structure of colonial & post-Revolution identity. So to have Longfellow just jump into the boat, so to speak, is serendipitous (his meter feels like a pretty lame imitation/stereotype of ideas of early Germanic oral poetry, represented as a Volksgeist). Also, I think American Gothic writers like Charles Brockden Brown fit nicely into this paradigm (thinking of "Edgar Huntley" in particular).
[odd note: my not-fully-wokened up hands just now mistyped "American" as "Anemerican," which Brockden Brown would definitely claim is a significant repression spilling out unconsciously... :D ]
When you don't have the table, you pound the counter--like the Council of Trent. Expecting a Diet of Worms reference next time around. Failing that, the Edict of Nantes, the Treaty of Utrecht, the Defenestration of Prague, or the British Invasion.
Wow, I don't think I have ever, in my entire life, seen anyone bend themselves into such a twisted pretzel-logic of non-morality as what you have accomplished with your 'comment'. You could literally substitute 'Manson' for 'Trump', change a few of the outcomes and nothing in the piece would change. You are a very disturbed, immoral jerk. I feel genuinely sorry for your family and acquaintances (the word 'friends' can not possibly apply here)...
Tour de force, brah! Toor day fuckin force!
I think Jeet Heer put it best when he said that defense statement was more incomprehensible than Finnegans Wake, LOL.
Okay, so you definitely hit the marks with the whole peroration in a mishmash of literal and poetic bathos. But I do have this niggling criticism, that your character would never have known Haryhausen's name.
To be fair, if called upon to defend Trump before the nation, I too would veer off into a discussion of the great Ray Harryhausen.
Respect to you for staying awake through that. I happily went back to some spreadsheets rather than continuing to listen to that clown.
This makes way more sense than the actual arguments.
This kind of sums up what I heard today while reviewing scientific data when this was on the radio (online). When he got into the niggling punctuation, of the punctuation in a handwritten document wherein "a comma yadda yadda yadda and I thought "Here's where Jefferson took a short nap." To deny where they got the ideas that they did (originalists seems to believe that the "founders" pull this document straight (out of their asses) from divine inspiration after much debate for being rich, they were the smartest in the room (a debate was held from there as to who really should have belonged to "the "smartest" although some did dress rather nattily for the day) as opposed to building upon the foundations they understood. So the "We rejected English Law while ignoring a base they used, granted, applied at that time by noblemen against the king, then became granted to those considered "deserving" at that time. I don't think there was an editor in the room but they did leave room for one for "a better union".
I suspect, upon the upcoming Lunar New Year (and a hopefully good one personally for you all), that we will continue to live in "interesting times" as the old proverb says and most likely, given history, it will be to the end of mine. I saw a rise of these times, may I live to see the denouement.
" -what do you pound when you don't have the table?"
What is sand up your ass Alex?
Ursula Andress in "The Blue Max" was responsible for my initial stirring of the loins.
Ugh, Longfellow -- the worst fucking American poet ever. An affront to glories possible in meter. A Manifest Destiny nut-wrench who baits his venom'd hook in sentimental glurge & inoffensive trochees. He makes the "Trump Inauguration" poet seem like Whitman.
Next week in Weaponized Nostalgia we're talking about early USian appropriations of the "Anglo-Saxon" as rationale/mythic structure of colonial & post-Revolution identity. So to have Longfellow just jump into the boat, so to speak, is serendipitous (his meter feels like a pretty lame imitation/stereotype of ideas of early Germanic oral poetry, represented as a Volksgeist). Also, I think American Gothic writers like Charles Brockden Brown fit nicely into this paradigm (thinking of "Edgar Huntley" in particular).
[odd note: my not-fully-wokened up hands just now mistyped "American" as "Anemerican," which Brockden Brown would definitely claim is a significant repression spilling out unconsciously... :D ]
“ Our great founding document says in Article 1 Section 3 [holds up book with red cover reading “Old Mr. Boston Bartender’s Guide”]”
..nearly choked to death with laughter here...
When you don't have the table, you pound the counter--like the Council of Trent. Expecting a Diet of Worms reference next time around. Failing that, the Edict of Nantes, the Treaty of Utrecht, the Defenestration of Prague, or the British Invasion.
Cut to the chase, I say: "Ladies and gentlemen, my client believe he was right. Thank you".
Wow, I don't think I have ever, in my entire life, seen anyone bend themselves into such a twisted pretzel-logic of non-morality as what you have accomplished with your 'comment'. You could literally substitute 'Manson' for 'Trump', change a few of the outcomes and nothing in the piece would change. You are a very disturbed, immoral jerk. I feel genuinely sorry for your family and acquaintances (the word 'friends' can not possibly apply here)...
Quthentic Frontier Gibberish
“ yesterday, for example, he affected not to recognize his own name on a contract he signed with my law firm.”
Ahhh-hahahahahaha!