Angry underwater dancing apes eating crunchy figs
Kidding? Not!
Spotted at Ace‘s, where there’s probably still time to contribute some poetry to the thread. Or whatever that shit is.
Hey, I found an old diary while I was packing my stuff. Oof! I know about terrible, humiliating writing bubbling up from adolescence. But dude was in college when he wrote this. And he let them publish it.
Senator, there is a difference between imagery and gibberish. Trust me, I speak fluent gibberish. I was in all the advanced placement gibberish classes. Later, I was offered a fellowship in weed, so I’m pret-ty sure I know where you’re coming from with this one.
Update: typical Weasel, I left off the punchline. Jack Cashill in American Thinker points out that Obama went straight from Underwater Apes Crunching Figs to Dreams from my Father (by all accounts, a book of some literary merit) with nothing between. He makes a persuasive case that Dreams was ghost written — very possibly by William Ayers. I think the former is pretty likely, and the latter is too delicious not to repeat irresponsibly.
October 9, 2008 — 12:35 pm
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