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Hornswaggle is an alternate spelling of hornswoggle, an archaic word that means to bamboozle or hoodwink. I take my pronunciation from the late Harvey Korman in "Blazing Saddles" -- "I want rustlers, cutthroats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, conmen, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswagglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass kickers, shit kickers and Methodists!" |
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Monday, August 26, 2002Procrastination. Hello old demon. Let me amend my response to this guy Maddox's site, which you'll find in the post below. It is indeed a funny site, but the lesson to be learned here is that, comedically, you have to be able to switch gears, throw in a change of pace. After awhile, his various rants begin to sound the same. I don't want to piss him off, because I've seen what he does to those who cross him. It's still quite funny, but he ought to stretch himself in different directions.Dan Perkins (aka Tom Tomorrow) has accumulated some more info on HarpyPundit Ann Coulter. Basically, she admits in this New York Observer piece that most of what she says is part of an act, that she doesn't believe most of the "outrageous" things she says. Which I've pretty much suspected all along. The thing that really blows me away here is that she claims to have seen the Grateful Dead 67 times during her law school days. Talk about incongruous. Here is something that demands serious inquiry. Further indication that Coulter is always bull-shitting you: she calls VP Dick Cheney her "ideal man." Go ahead and read it for yourself. Actually, based on the information she provides on what she finds sexy, I think Patrick Bateman from "American Psycho" is her ideal man. Either that, or a man out of a J Crew catalog. Last weekend my friend and I engaged in a late-night guitar session that produced the following song. All that remains, really, is the chorus. The verses were improvisations that have returned to the oblivion whence they came. But you can take the basic structure and create your own song around it. Just two chords, A and D, though you can throw in some additional chords to spice it up, of course. It's something we wrote about when you find yourself going through troubled times, when evildoers who hate freedom threaten your liberty. It's a little song about livin' in the good old U.S. of A. It's a song called "Terrah": (A) Talkin bout terrah (D) With a capital 'T' (A) Doncha know it's terrah (D) For baby you and me For the last line, you can subsitute in "Oh baby can't you see." The goal here is ACAP -- As Cliche As Possible. Anyway, that's the skeleton. The rest is up to you. .: posted by hornswaggler 11:48 PM| |
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