Maybe its just the whiskey, but that made no sense at all. I could somewhat follow the first few sentences, but by the end it read like haphazard cutting and pasting that no one proofread to make sure the cuts and pastes were in their proper places.

Or maybe TBogg is actually on to something. Maybe these people spend so much time hearing and reading her nonsense that they’ve transmogified their perception of proper English to match her strained and befuddling diction.

Tbogg, it is not only reversible, it can be re-arranged many ways. For instance, here is an optional rendering of the last sentence:

Since compared to 63% and 64% of adults that have formed an opinion about Huckabee and Romney, 75% and 73% of Republicans have formed an opinion about Huckabee and Romney, respectively, respectively, we can infer that the percentage of Republicans that have formed an opinion about the two of them than a significantly lower percentage of Democrats that formed an opinion about the two of them.

The spoor of Her starbursts is masked by the fetor of fascists, forcing the pursuit of the sparkling winks into the weeds of wobbly arithmetic.

That said, someone should tell them that Not Republican ≠ Democrat.

Also, that’s some banner pict they have: Palin’s backside as she looks over a pipeline that appears to have already leaked and is polluting the air. Nice.

You may be right, but I’m not sure it’s the same disease. It has a heavier quality, like an essay by someone who did all the reading but just doesn’t grasp the material. It lacks the blythe, airy quality of someone who never did any of the work but is confident that they will get by on other qualities. There are none of the characteristic dangling conjunctions or adverbs. Still, it is tragic that there are slackjaws who smile, drool, and nod knowlingly at either form of incoherence.

No, no, i got it! It’s one of those algebra questions, just not the one about when two trains pass each other.

TBogg! Don’t do this to me so early in the morning. Haven’t had my coffee yet!

Mama grizzly has dropped them all on their heads. Repeatedly. From the third floor window.

Is that headline a Freudian slip? She makes my head hurt.

fixd

Reading that just gave Oliver Sacks some serious wood.

Wait, I’ve got it! The doctor is actually the patient’s mother!

Now,now,now. Given that this is the Palin universe of things, the power of differentiation in that statement can only mean that it has been composed by Isaac Newton or Gottfried Leibnitz. Most likely a co-production.

I wait–forever, and in vain–for the predicate of that final sentence. Your way or their way.

Is Professor Irwin Corey still with us? He’d know how to talk to these people.

Grizzly Bear reached #52 on the pop charts for the Youngbloods in 1966. I saw them on my 21st birthday at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco, sharing the bill with Sons of Champlin and The Sparrow, who later became Steppenwolf.

Legend has it that Sophie Tucker was arrested in 1910 for singing her ribald version of the Grizzly Bear, then a popular dance. Irving Berlin wrote lyrics for a song by that name and George Botsford wrote a piano rag to accompany them, but it is unclear whether Ms. Tucker sang that version.

Dammit T, I’d spent the morning working on a line of “Pain/Tebow ’12″ bumper stickers. Now I have to go “fixd” ‘em, also, too….

Now I want to know the original headline.

Was it “Palin Beaver. Catch it!”

Jeeez, don’t do that, wouldja please? Or put a warning label at the beginning of the post. I read that quote over and over for five minutes, thinking to myself, “What the fuck? Whu? Huh? What the fuck??”

Holy crap, is that a mess!!!!

OTOH, here’s the “best” of the comments at that site:

FredHeadBill

“Surely he scorneth the scorners: but he giveth grace unto the lowly.” Pro 3:34

There was a little “Gator” avatar next to the author’s name, so i assume it was Tebow in disguise.

When your life is one big fuck up, you celebrate the lower negatives when you can. Is she rising to her level of incompetence? Hell yeah. So celebrate, Republitards!

To paraphrase Primus’ “Wyona’s (Sarah’s) Big Brown Beaver”:

Now the beaver once slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me*.

* Levi, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

No, it’s the one where the trains collide. I did go over and give them some words of encouragement.

It starts out readable (if somewhat infuriating at the random quoting of stats without context or verification) and then quickly descends into sheer gibberish. My eyes refused to focus after the second sentence, three tries in a row. I’m not going for a fourth.

Seriously, what is up with that picture? Quitter Palin with her back turned on the little peopleher adoring fans, contemplating the despoliation of Alaska’s pristine wilderness in the name of oil profits? It works for me, but I would think the Palinites might be scratchin’ their heads just a little.

My only guess is it’s not actually the half-governor in that shot, but some other lady they shot from the back as a stand-in.