Posted on August 27th, 2009 by Gavin M.
Doop-de-doop, eatin’ some cheese fries. Ding-dong, oh wait, it’s the door. Sign there? Why certainly.
It was the OPPS guy. That’s the parcel delivery service that delivers non-oneself Internet folly such as is produced by other people. The name is pronounced ‘oops.’ You can often, by the way, find their deliverymen intruding on conversations here on the Internet, such as when some other person is posting or chatting, or increasingly Twittering, with some other people entirely, and is interrupted as follows:
DOOP DE DOOP EATIN SOME CHZ FRIES OPPS ONO BRB……..
A bribe? Great, but once you’ve taken her money, try doing a Julian Lennon documentary without including all sorts of Sean footage. No, it only goes to show you how other people are always getting into funny trouble.
Let’s see what’s in this small oblong box marked GOP DER. I think it’s going to be a gopoder, or a vocoder to make Go-Bot as opposed to just plain robot voices for what you might call gip-gop tracks.
Steve Benen, Washington Monthly:
Kennedy’s Unfinished Work
[…] Noam Scheiber wrote over the weekend, before any of us knew any details about the senator’s condition, about the likely political consequences of the Liberal Lion’s passing.
That’s sort of like a robot voice, but it’s actually Steve Benen writing in the plainsong style of the Washington Monthly‘s Political Animal column, as originated by the unrolling red lens-eye of Kevin “Hello, Dave” Drum, himself dismantled as though in reciprocal proof of the maxim, “Keir Dullea, gone tomorra.” Here’s the…wow, that scraping sound was me striking bottom.
Ho, ho, ho, meretricious! Well, inside our present box is not a vial of ‘go powder’ or an opPod with which to sneakily watch vintage kaleidoscope patterns whilst driving, nor a pair of Gomper Stompers such as Samuel Gompers wore, but it is literally GOP DER, because OMG NOM SCHBR WTF!!!
Noam Scheiber, The New Republic:
[…] If Kennedy were to pass away in the next few months, the Senate math on any health care vote would almost certainly get easier, not harder. For one thing, it would single-handedly make the magic number 51 votes, not 60, since it would be suicidal for the GOP to filibuster the culmination of the last Kennedy brother’s lifelong crusade.
Um. At a time in which the GOP is coordinating with mobs of angry talk-radio addicts to disrupt Congressional town hall meetings and health reform events, one in which the level of mainstream conservative discourse includes concocted concentration camp and euthanasia outrages and droned suggestions that the President is literally a Nazi of the Communist variety and/or vice versa, in which the current high mark of right-wing scariness (not counting a rash of uncoordinated shootings) is a display of assault rifles outside the venue of a Presidential visit, and in which conservatives are openly talking about secession, revolution, ‘watering the Tree of Liberty,’ and so forth, and preparing to go Peak Apeshit over Ted Kennedy’s funeral — nay, to open up the Strategic Apeshit Reserves, to drill for Apes in our national parks and zoos and to process profligate tonnage of Ape Shale… Um, it would be suicidal for the GOP to filibuster the what, now?
Beyond that, I suspect the coverage of Kennedy’s death would silence healthcare reform critics and boost proponents in a way that netted at least a couple of wavering moderates — so clearing the 51-vote threshold wouldn’t be a problem. Heck, you might even see Utah Republican (and longtime Kennedy friend) Orrin Hatch back in the reformist camp.
It reads like comedy, doesn’t it? Or, that is, like ‘comitragedy,’ that bright and often accidental tragedy so naively distinct from the dark and ironic comedy that is ‘tragicomedy.’
Comitragedy is when a man with an expressive mustache goes “Whoopsie!” and falls down a hole marked with a little wooden sign saying “R.I.P,” especially if the mustache is initially left spinning midair and then falls down a little hole marked with a little “R.I.P.” sign. Tragicomedy is when that man helps you feel sorry for yourself — i.e., he is you, and the hole is marked with something poignant, like “So long, sucker.” Or it’s a toilet marked “The Way of All Flush” or “The World, Flush, and The Devil.” But let’s see that passage again:
Beyond that, I suspect the coverage of Kennedy’s death would silence healthcare reform critics
Who, until some TV spots on Ted Kennedy’s life and legacy made them come grudgingly to honor this lion of liberalism, were running around in mobs screaming that Kennedy’s dream of health care reform is actually a DemonKKKcrap Farty plot to mass-murder America’s grandparents.
…and boost proponents in a way that netted at least a couple of wavering moderates — so clearing the 51-vote threshold wouldn’t be a problem. Heck, you might even see Utah Republican (and longtime Kennedy friend) Orrin Hatch back in the reformist camp.
You know, usually when you see a sentence beginning with ‘Heck, [article or pronoun]…’ it’s to signal that a whimsical overstatement is close at hand — the whimsical overstatement being an imagined form of humor used by the non-humorous, who think that jokes should make less sense than serious writing, whereas in my account, serious writing is really a kind of slow, rolling joke with a soft landing. But I digress.
Making self-consciously abrupt digressions in order to create sense in unexpected ways, yes. Heck, we saw that happen a thousand times just now! Whee! But no, Scheiber is serious:
So all the maneuvering around Kennedy’s hypothetical replacement strikes me as unnecessary at best and possibly even counterproductive, since it could only detract from what would otherwise be a powerful (and authentic) emotional outpouring in the event of Kennedy’s passing.
Um, talking about his replacement would…? Because the…? ??? sproing??? Here’s Steve Benen, more clearheaded and as it happens less exploded into a strew of broken clockwork than we:
I would love to believe this is correct. Honestly, I would. And it’s possible that honorable lawmakers are capable of more humanity than I give them credit for.
Well, sure, but it’s the Republicans we have to worry about. Meh, it looks like we’re the OPPS guy this time. Ding-dong. Hi, sign here, reasonable liberals, for this package you ordered, marked POO CANO. It looks like a plastic mountain with a 220 volt electrical plug coming out of it, like for a really large gauge of train set maybe.
* Recurring pun funnel cf.