• Cultural ref
and the slythey toves
did gyre and gimbal in the wabe.
All mimsey were the borogroves,
and the momwraths outgrabe…”
the time has come, the walrus said,
to talk of many things.
of shoes and ships and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings
of why the sea is boiling hot,
and whether pigs have wings
If you guys are gonna go all Dodgsonian,
then I’m goin’ back to my hookah and toadstool
(well, okay, cigar and rolling, tilting desk chair)
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman remarked “It is just as I feared!”
And solemnly tolled on his bell.
From the Clinton playbook:
Laws for thee are mere suggestions for me, and the Constitution applies only when politically expedient.
Am I on Candid Camera?
do no ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
Way back when when I was knee high to a toadstool, Washington was only corrupt. These days, though, DC is corrupt, senile and crazy.