Yesterday, I stumbled onto the White House Press Briefing in progress on television, Press Secretary Sean Spicer at the podium.
There are a number of topics upon which I am apparently completely bipolar.
For example, whereas I am famished for manners and civility, a fantasy I have begun to entertain is having someone in the press corps who has an unassailable, credentials-heavy, thriving journalistic career, sacrifice that career by barking something at Mr. Spicer to make him explode. Literally.
I’ve chosen a Greek curse (though I have since learned that its origin is Arabic) gifted to me fifty years ago: ‘I defecate on the vagina of your mother’.
For the sake of delicacy, I have softened the translation here somewhat…
I wonder if — like bringing poor Tinkerbell back to life by chanting ‘I do believe in faeries, I do believe in faeries’ — I can bring this about with chanting.
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March 17, 2017 at 4:27 pm
larrymuffin
What I am waiting for is Spicer explaining that North Korea has been nuked.
March 18, 2017 at 7:52 am
Urspo
It is worth a try; no harm trying
March 18, 2017 at 1:46 pm
itsmyhusbandandme
From what I’ve seen so far, I wouldn’t rule anything out.
JP