From: jwlr@okeeffe.cc.rochester.edu (James Willer)
Newsgroups: alt.politics.elections,talk.politics.misc,alt.fan.dan-quayle,alt.rush-limbaugh,talk.politics.drugs,alt.fan.dave_barry,alt.fan.howard-stern,alt.fan.monty-python,talk.politics.guns
Subject: Re: SPRINGTIME FOR HILTER
Date: 16 Oct 92 04:28:09 GMT
Organization: University of Rochester - Rochester, New York

tzs@stein.u.washington.edu (Tim Smith) goes on and on about the tea from exotic countries and how they really don't make it properly here, do they, Agnes, no, it's always gotta be just exactly the same thing, I don't even know why you bother to leave the house if *that's* going to be your attitude from now on:

>In article <60.X666X@ramona.com> doug@ramona.com (Double Agent) writes:
>>Atlanta, TN (AP) - The strenuous 1992 campaign for President appears to
>              ^^
>>be taking a toll on some of its participants. Challenger Bill Clinton is
>>struggling to keep his overworked voice intact; President George Bush
>>suffers from occasional mild hallucinations that his doctors report as a
>>side-effect of the self-administered heart medicine, Righteouscil (tm).
>>Others appear to be under the influence of nothing worse than a garden
>>variety case of jittery nerves. For example, witness this testy exchange
>>between reporters and designated Republican attack-bitch, Mary Matalin:
>                                             ^^^^^^^^^^^^

>Did the AP story actually say "attack-bitch" or are you misquoting them?

On behalf of the Silly Party I would just like to say that I *don't*
believe in frying up small children and serving them to guests as some
sort of afternoon Hor D'eurves.  At least, not unless they really aren't
feeling very well at all, and are served on a nice blue china, you know,
nothing *too* pretentious, I'm not talking about the *good* china, but
rather the kind of plate that you might take out if you needed to scrape
some of that messy, sticky stuff off of the bottom of a rhinoceros' hind
feet, in order to make some kind of rare fermented beverage that the
older folks seem quite accustomed to, although I really couldn't tell you
why, for the life of me. If you ask me I would take them all out and have
them shot after I shove a couple of pool cues up each nostril as a gesture
to symbolize that the revolution *is* in fact alive ant well and living
under an assumed name with a native tribe somewhere along the coast of
New Guinea.  As to the exact location, my superiors have forbidden me from
revealing any more than I can fit on the back of a monogrammed copy of the
Mona Lisa, signed and numbered by the original artist sometime in the late
sixteenth century, just before he was captured and tortured by Cardinal
Flying-Thompson's-Gazelle during the Italian Inquistion that served as
the original template which was followed very closely by a caravan of
Japanese cars with headlights that I would deem entirely too bright.
Of course, you tell that to kids today, and they'll cart you off the 
old folks home to just sit in a chair and rock and rock and rock and rock
and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock
and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock
and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock
and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock and rock
until you just can't go on any more and you have to stop because your
face has turned blue and you have passed to the other side of the 
GREAT DIVIDE...............



Amen.