Sunday, September 25, 2011

Roger's Poetry Corner

Bill Irvingsson tries luring Governor Krispycreme into the Presidential race by calling him the fat anti-Christ:

There's some truth to that. But I can't help wondering if, in the same poem, Yeats didn't suggest the remedy:
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Sounds like Chris Christie.
Interestingly, Bill's shortlist of Satanic Majesties also includes Mitch Daniels, Paul Ryan and "Jeb" Bush, but not his own creation, Sarah Palin. The wet dream is over.

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