“‘I don’t keer w’at you do wid me,
Brer Fox,’ sezee, ‘so you don’t fling
me in dat Whitehouse. Roas’ me,
Brer Fox,’ sezer, ‘but don’t fling me
in dat Whitehouse,’ sezee.
“‘Skin me, Brer Fox,’ sez Brer Rodham,
sezer, ‘snatch out my eyeballs, t’ar out
my yeras by de roots, en cut off my legs,’
sezer, ‘but do please, Brer Fox, don’t
fling me in dat Whitehouse,’ sezee.
I Know Why the Crazed Bird Cackles.
Stockholm Syndrome. She’s grown fond of captivity?
I spackle while the black grackle cackles.
RACIST!!!!!!11111!!!!!!
The Song of the South, 2008
“‘I don’t keer w’at you do wid me,
Brer Fox,’ sezee, ‘so you don’t fling
me in dat Whitehouse. Roas’ me,
Brer Fox,’ sezer, ‘but don’t fling me
in dat Whitehouse,’ sezee.
“‘Skin me, Brer Fox,’ sez Brer Rodham,
sezer, ‘snatch out my eyeballs, t’ar out
my yeras by de roots, en cut off my legs,’
sezer, ‘but do please, Brer Fox, don’t
fling me in dat Whitehouse,’ sezee.
It’s just about brillig, now.
Ah ain’t noway tarred.
Wait a minute, what’s Justice Stephen Briar got to do with this? Other than a great brand of ice cream?
Dan-
I saw that story on Drudge this morning- my first thought was this…
“She must be a Princess…”
I just noticed that the Jabberwock looks like the monster from Cloverfield, if you believe the sketch art that’s cropping up in various places.
Marty! How have you been?