We all forget people’s names. Just not on nationwide TV. I think John is getting a bit tired.
Forgetting someone’s name is one thing, forgetting the name of one of the Secretaries of State whose endorsement you are using to counter your opponent’s endorsement by your brother in arms, Secretary Powell, in the last days of a presidential campaign is, well, that is a certain kind of gift. At least he did it without losing his sangfroid.
Forgetting Schultz is a forgivable faux pas, I think. However, McCain’s worst moment today was when he likened his vision to Bush’s, which I take as a promise to continue Bush’s policies.
Forgetting Schultz, forgivable?!? I’m sorry, but we’re talking about George Schultz here. Does the DOLLAR mean anything to you? You don’t seem to realize that HE signed the DOLLAR! He was the GREATEST Secretary of State of ALL TIME.
YOU seem to have forgotten him as much as McCain did!!!
And what is up with all the FRENCH?
Don’t you remember Freedom Fries? LaFayette? Lafitte? The Madamoiselle from Armontiers? Bardot? Sarkozy? Le Citroen? Le Mans? Les Miserables? French toast? French kissing?
I’m sorry. I don’t remember any of those things. And not only that, I don’t think I meant to become a Libertarian. I think I meant to become a Libertine. And that is somewhat French, n’est-il pas? (The Libertarian thing is just not all it’s cracked up to be.)
This may work out after all.
Libertine! Mais oui! Libertine, Equalitine, Fraternatine! C’est vrais! N’es’que pas?
Or as they say here in New Mexico…Ole!
But is that Oil of Ole? That could be fun…
And the Librarian thing could be fun, too…
I am so relieved that I am a Libertine now. That other deal is a LOT of work, and if I didn’t watch it, I was going to be Feeding the Rage© any minute.
Now I just have to go do some very free thinking things. Do something that would flat out SHOCK some of the religious people on here. Like Taplin. (What a prig!) Free thought is so much more genial than free market. The free market is expensive.
Le mieux est l’enemie du bien!
Rick, you do realize that Oil of Olay isn’t really oil…right?
I’m still engrossed (well, mainly just grossed) in student intern paper editing (double whammy…engineers who can’t write and interns who can’t write)…and feeling like a disgruntled libertine librarian (as well as Jon’s grammar teacher…from another post).
P.S. It’s waayyy past my bedtime.
Another senior moment:
I was just about to use a librarian punchline.
Forget it, just…forget it.
Well, I still forgive him for the one brain burp, but not the other.
I didn’t know the ban on all things French was still on. I thought it had gone the way of “the war on Christmas.” I thought it had gone the way of the war in Iraq.
The War on Christmas! Thank you for reminding me. It’s about time we start gearing up for that. I am just going to have to remember which side I’m on.
To help you get started with your new life as a Libertine, I’d like to suggest de Sade’s Justine. It’s French.
It won’t help librarians.
OK. For the record, I am an evangelical Christian freelance technical writer, which means that I am a mess, but I’m not a librarian (punchlines ahoy!).
Here’s last year’s take on the war on Christmas:
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