Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The pronunciation of the intellects

The other day, I was down by the ocean and entered a large hotel foyer just as a small cadre of corpsmen entered. They were boisterous and all wearing Adidas and track suits.

The corpsmen were a rowdy bunch, having just returned from Iraq on furlough, before heading over to Pakistan. An old lady approached them and thanked them profusely for their service, which for me was the coup de gr├óce of their arrival. She wore a simple dress with a d├ęcolletage which she carried well despite her age, and the troops were solicitous and respectful of her.

Another guest could be heard saying, "You boys be safe, and y'all come back now, ya hear?" He left with no further adieu, got in his Porsche, and roared off.

The uppity Left is beyond comprehension. They actually believe the Right are Neanderthals. It is enough to want to take a Bayer. Later, while I was reading Dr. Seuss to my son, I wondered what rules they use to inconsistently pacify foreign language.

Enough said.

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