I note you have not posted in quite some time, unlike The Ambler, who gave conservative folk a good one in the old yarbles right after the election, and who has continued to be unsusually prolific. Perhaps he feels invigorated by the ascension of The One to the presidency. Personally, I'm petrified.
Of course, I meant to refer to The American Fez, and not The Ambler, who has been stuck on the same thought for over two months now.
Given the poularity of comic book and horror movies lately, you might wish to seize the day and write a screenplay of your Sandsend Blob project for sale to Dreamworks. If it is not too early, I would like to be among the first to recommend Bo Swenson for the role of the Blob.
A Mustiphino has been spotted wandering the halls of Congress. The deranged babblings of an SPLC apparatchik inspired me to coin the word hatefact . Hatefacts are unquestionable facts about immigrants , blacks , women , homosexualists , et al., that the SPLC and those sharing its ideological inclinations deem “hate” or “hateful” to mention. UPDATE: It seems I unwittingly stole the idea for the word hatefact from Peter Brimelow, who used the term “hate facts” in a speech last November .
Crying racism is the first refuge of the moron. Libertarianism is applied autism. If, as immigrationists often claim, the economy benefits so much from low skill workers, why continue to spend money educating native born Americans? Think of the economic boom to result if we stopped funding high schools and colleges in order to increase the homegrown pool of unskilled labor. I dream that someday in the far future the lost art of minstrelsy will be revived. Last time I was in a Las Vegas casino I noticed the hookers were dressed less whorish than the female tourists. Horse betting isn't gambling, it's pari-mutuel wagering. Successful betting requires knowledge, intellect, and the ability to evaluate and take risks. One learns that reality is too complex to be reduced to a mechanical system. It's a gentleman’s sport, of great tradition. When wagering you compete with other bettors, as opposed to passively sitting in the stands unthinkingly adulating various egomaniacal million...
Sounds like "The Phantom Tollbooth."
ReplyDeleteI note you have not posted in quite some time, unlike The Ambler, who gave conservative folk a good one in the old yarbles right after the election, and who has continued to be unsusually prolific. Perhaps he feels invigorated by the ascension of The One to the presidency. Personally, I'm petrified.
ReplyDeleteI've been working on my novel, Sandsend Blob! A romance.
ReplyDeleteWell that explains it. At least your time has been well spent. All I've done is sulk in the corner.
ReplyDeleteMay I take the liberty of suggesting another title? How about "Springtime for Whitby, or, The Sandsend Blob : a Romance"
ReplyDeleteOf course, I meant to refer to The American Fez, and not The Ambler, who has been stuck on the same thought for over two months now.
ReplyDeleteGiven the poularity of comic book and horror movies lately, you might wish to seize the day and write a screenplay of your Sandsend Blob project for sale to Dreamworks. If it is not too early, I would like to be among the first to recommend Bo Swenson for the role of the Blob.
Spring in Whitby is foamy and occult, MCB.
ReplyDeleteAnon: There's big money to be had writing about Draculas. Sandsend Blobs, not so much.