I find it difficult to detest an abject irrelevancy.
Wow, & I thought listening to him was excruciating…
So was it the Franken playing Chopin part or the Helen Keller overcoming her being “horse-faced” that makes you detest him more? I doubt it was all the longings to be in France, he belongs there!
Speaking of leftist hypocrisy… if you ever see him in person, you can see the exact spot of impact where the ugly-stick hit him square between the eyes. It’s all most like there is a miniature black hole on the inside of his skull, just behind his nose, trying to suck his face in. A man with such physical traits should hardly be talking about Helen Keller’s “horse-faced” appearance.
Did the computer ‘eat’ his original article? That seemed like a “stream-of-semi-consciousness” load of crap.
Troy, that’s what I was thinking. There was no point to his little article. It was just some unconnected rambling. But at least he mentioned Spain and Frwance. That should score some points with the left.
Heee. I fisked this last week. It was difficult to believe what I reading, it was such a nonsensical piece of crap. My big question is: did the Strib actually pay him for this?
Angryclown wishes he would never sing.
Anyone feel like a Powdermilk Biscuit?
He’s a humorist. It was fairly humorous, except for the poor taste joke about Helen Keller.
Whoops. I meant to add, I much prefer this Keillor to the one who bloviates about politics.
Mr Shirt: Don’t do that! I LOLed so loud at your comment I think my cube neighbors are annoyed 😀
Sweeeeeeeet!
Andrew-
What part did you find particularly humorous? I searched in vain for even a slight smile inducing line.
Years ago, I had a lefty roommate who was a druggy. He wrote a similar piece of inintelligable trash and, while high, had to read it to me. He called it the “most prolific thing I’ve ever written.” The next day, when he was sober, he read it again and recognized his own handwriting and asked me if we talked about it the night before. I said, “Yes. You called it the most ‘prolific’ thing you’ve ever written.” His response, “Boy was I trashed.”
Methinks Keillor was high on something when he wrote this story and today, while sober, would probably distance himself from his own writing while bringing his Red Star check to the bank.
I find it difficult to detest an abject irrelevancy.
Wow, & I thought listening to him was excruciating…
So was it the Franken playing Chopin part or the Helen Keller overcoming her being “horse-faced” that makes you detest him more? I doubt it was all the longings to be in France, he belongs there!
Speaking of leftist hypocrisy… if you ever see him in person, you can see the exact spot of impact where the ugly-stick hit him square between the eyes. It’s all most like there is a miniature black hole on the inside of his skull, just behind his nose, trying to suck his face in. A man with such physical traits should hardly be talking about Helen Keller’s “horse-faced” appearance.
Did the computer ‘eat’ his original article? That seemed like a “stream-of-semi-consciousness” load of crap.
Troy, that’s what I was thinking. There was no point to his little article. It was just some unconnected rambling. But at least he mentioned Spain and Frwance. That should score some points with the left.
Heee. I fisked this last week. It was difficult to believe what I reading, it was such a nonsensical piece of crap. My big question is: did the Strib actually pay him for this?
Angryclown wishes he would never sing.
Anyone feel like a Powdermilk Biscuit?
He’s a humorist. It was fairly humorous, except for the poor taste joke about Helen Keller.
Whoops. I meant to add, I much prefer this Keillor to the one who bloviates about politics.
Mr Shirt: Don’t do that! I LOLed so loud at your comment I think my cube neighbors are annoyed 😀
Sweeeeeeeet!
Andrew-
What part did you find particularly humorous? I searched in vain for even a slight smile inducing line.
Years ago, I had a lefty roommate who was a druggy. He wrote a similar piece of inintelligable trash and, while high, had to read it to me. He called it the “most prolific thing I’ve ever written.” The next day, when he was sober, he read it again and recognized his own handwriting and asked me if we talked about it the night before. I said, “Yes. You called it the most ‘prolific’ thing you’ve ever written.” His response, “Boy was I trashed.”
Methinks Keillor was high on something when he wrote this story and today, while sober, would probably distance himself from his own writing while bringing his Red Star check to the bank.