Mitt Romney's erstwhile lecture tour of Doomed America -- last seen some months back when he gave us a guided car trip past the dilapidated homes of Detroit poors followed by a quick scold for Lazy America outside a shuttered factory in Pennsylvania -- is now back with a
That&#039;s a terrible aside. While not particularly surprising, it makes me want to hit somebody (which is contrary to my nature). I&#039;d suggest that it should be publicized, but since it is &quot;old news&quot; (over two weeks), the US electorate will likely ignore it anyhow.
BTW, I am (as I suspect you already knew) the reincarnation of that former commenter. Chet Kinkaid correctly predicted that I could not stay away. Wonkette has a rather unusual commenter pool; and if it has no other distinction, it has managed to make me take a somewhat lighter view of some of the dreadful shit that goes on all around us.
Also, Galois theory jokes.
I am trying to spend a bit less time on the blog, so my pee will likely remain quiescent. (I&rsquo;m retired, so the tubes actually cut into my <i>leisure</i> time).
Cheers. You&rsquo;re a big reason I&rsquo;m still here (or back, or whatever).
Jesus Hussein Christ, Chich. If you start doing short stories, the rest of us will have to, you know, find work.
Bridge to WTF.
From what I understand there&#039;s a fairly strong streak of buyers&#039; remorse about that teabirther leg.
Besides, there&#039;s a lot of states that vote <em>extremely</em> differently for state leg than they do for Pres and/or Senate. For example, the Tennessee legislature was under Democratic (OK, Dixiecrat) control after the 2008 elections.
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OK Kylie Minogue doesn&#039;t need them so much any more, but she did at first.
Don&#039;t sweat it, accent recognition isn&#039;t a strong suit in Americans, particularly mid-Westerners.
Funny story... in my pre-teen years, I lived for a while in Ohio. While there, a cashier literally got into an argument with my older sister as said cashier was absolutely <em>insistent</em> that her (very southeast English) accent was in fact Australian, as if my sister didn&#039;t know whence she came.
Now that I&#039;ve picked up a little Long Island tinge on my accent, I&#039;ve been mistaken for Aussie a few times myself, although fortunately not nearly as belligerently as big sis experienced.
Mind if I call you Bruce, keep things stoopit?
I say! We&#039;ll drink water from the tap, walk on the pavement so the cars (whose petrol-burning engines will be accessed via the bonnet) can drive on the road (under which people will <em>walk</em> through the subway), and the restroom will have comfy sofas. Route will rhyme with flute not about, unless a power tool is being used. Football will be played with a spherical ball and involve <em>far</em> more use of feet. A fortnight will not have to be explained, and there will be 20 fluid oz. in a pint. Smoking a fag will have <em>entirely</em> different connotations, as will fagging at school, which will only be done in public schools with extremely high tuition rates, which are emphatically not state schools.
Also, everyone will understand the first joke I ever learned to tell: &quot;Why are there no aspirin in the jungle? Because the paracetamol.&quot;
A pickup is not a lorry, but nor is it simply a truck. It&#039;s a pickup truck.
I still can&#039;t reliably remember how I&#039;m supposed to pronounce &quot;schedule&quot;. In fact I&#039;m now at a point where I believe I&#039;d be equally confused either side of the ditch.
<blockquote>so, if you order a latte, the barista will be required to serve you a glass of milk? </blockquote>
No, the server would give you a blank stare. Eventually you might be able to work out that you need to order a strong coffee in the continental style diluted with a considerable quantity of steamed milk.
Which, the one from <em>The Great Escape</em>?
Aha. It&#039;s been a long time since I saw <em>Kwai</em> ;)
Sadly, I must remark that my mom, who was born in 1915, couldn&#039;t break herself of calling Brazil nuts them things. Despite the facts that she spent 30 years teaching low primary in central Milwaukee, and 80% of her friends were black teachers.
Habits are hard to break.
When did you become NegroDisney?
Oh, fuck me.