Who the hell is actually supporting that clap trap? Norman P died years ago, mentally at least. Who’s supporting it?

You give him too much credit. More like the seat lid…or the sink.

No, no, no! Frum doesn’t even try. He shits the bed, every time.

I’m such a geek.

For fun and to try to mix this up a little, you two might develop a verbal or visual cue that is subtler than simply asking for sex. For instance when one of you mentions Vice President Cheney, that’s your code

Lord t’underin’ Jeezus! I’ve just fried half the synapses in my brain, and I’m sure I didn’t have that many left after the infamous Mullumbimby Heads incident. You should have put a heath warning before springing that one on me.

Dick Cheney as a cue for suh…suh…sex {loud ‘spnnnnggggg’ noise as cerebellum jettisons itself out of the head in protest}.

No, wait. Seriously? Frum mixes up “The Golden Bough” with “The Golden Bowl”?????????

Hahahaha!

And I still say he looks like Nathan Lane!

That’s the funniest thing since Jimi Hendrix sang “‘Scuse me while I kiss this guy.”

Only not as talented.

More like a golden hemorrhoid.

(The Fisher King was crammed into Frazer’s overarching “dying and rising god/sacrificial king” theory by Graves and other writers. Seen one unified theory of mythology, you’ve seen ‘em all.

And I think the “blighted land” piece may have glommed itself onto Bran from the Wanderings of Manawyddan part of I Mabinogi–Rhiannon and her son disappears at the same moment the land is blighted, and Manawyddan and his daughter-in-law travel around looking for them. When they free them from the underworld, boom! the land is fixed. Once you start in Welsh and go through Middle French, lord knows what might get messed up.)

WHOO-HOO!
WHOO-HOO!

is that what we are calling suburban New York these days?

Thank you. I was wracking (what passes for) my brain, trying to figure out what my favorite Henry James novel had to do with Teh Clenis.

Not that the James Frazier allusion makes any more actual sense, mind you, especially when it’s all twisted up with Arthurian twaddle. But at least you can see which morsels of misinformation this moron is using to mangle his metaphors.

This is world-class wankery, IMO. Kudos to Frum! If he actually wrote this drivel, and you’re not just fucking with us. It reads more like an amateur and sub-par attempt at Jon Swiftian parody.

Honestly, I don’t know how these people manage to show their faces in public. If I even said something this ineffably stupid after having too much to drink at a party, much less published it, I would hide out in my apartment for weeks, hoping the three people who heard it would have forgotten about it. Or that they had at least forgotten my name.

I think Frum’s “target” here, insofar as he has one, is that the very thought of a middle-aged woman like Hillary having sex should induce such sniggering that all teh kewl kidz will refuse to vote for her. Because, y’know, making fun of Bill’s sex life has been a staple of every Reichtard ‘humorist’ for the last 15 years, but even the hardcore base is finding Teh Clenis a tad stale. Frum figures that if he can re-brand the same tired routines for Teh Clitllary, he’ll cement the Hall-of-Wingnut-Welfare-Fame standing he once hoped to capture with that ‘axis of evil’ line. If this is the edgiest stuff he can come up with, though, he’s not going to get called up for the 2008 campaign even by the Triple-A League contenders.