this headline this morning:
Presidential Candidate to Make Springfield Stop
To stop what? Certainly the answer must be of some moment to at least some of the inhabitants of that community. This is the sort of thing that better proofreading can (dare I say it?) stop.
Meanwhile, those poor Springfielders are suspended on tenterhooks. Most uncomfortable.
Better than being hoist by their own petard.
Painful, that.
Presidential candidate to make Spingfield STOP – it could be interpretted as a telegraphic warning that Hillary is going to bend a biscuit shaped like (or as big as) the famous town.
No Huggies Left Behind STOP
Ewwww.
Or, a simple warning.
For those simpler folks, no?
Vote for me, get a Monorail!
“What about us brain dead slobs?
You’ll all be given cushy jobs
I swear it’s Springfield’s only choice…
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Marge: But America’s all cracked and broken…
Bart: Sorry, Barrack, the mob has spoken!
All:[singing] Hillary!
Hillary!
Hillary!
[big finish]
Hillary!
Springfield! STOP! Hillary! Make Homer Proud!
Dan Collins begs the question…
To stop what? Certainly the answer must be of some moment to at least some of the inhabitants of that community.
To stop his dinner theater torture: “A Night With Jessie’s Girl”.
Eat my shorts!