Over at the LA (var. S.G.), there’s an ad for a book called Going Galactic, with an attractive, politically-correct cover featuring two persons in white hoods: One, a Person of Color and a Female, and the other a standard-issue white guy with a beard, somewhat reminiscent of Mr. Connery perhaps 15 or 20 years ago.
When I saw the thing, this flashed cometwise through what I sometimes call my mind, to wit:
Now I do trust you blighters in Jollye Olde &c., as well as those who dwell in the exotic regions of the Southron Hemisphere, know that the acronym (and for a wonder, this time it really is an acronym) stands for “White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (Male).” (The “Male” part goes without saying. I mean, how would you pronounce ‘WASPM’?) It is, of course, a term of contempt, but that is not the issue.
Here is my problem. Why WASP? Why not simply ASP? I mean, they are not pleasant creatures either. I forget whether they bite or sting or both, but it doesn’t matter. The point is, I have somehow always taken it for granted that both the Angles and the Saxons were white, for some value of “white,” wherefore so would be their progeny, the Anglo-Saxons.
So where can I go to find a specimen of that apparently rare breed, the un-white Anglo-Saxon? A zoo in Sub-Saharan Africa? Someplace in the vicinity of Shanghai or Tokyo? Perhaps the Fort Peck Indian Reservation, or a spot in Tierra del Fuego? Tahiti? Mars?
Anyway, that’s what passes for thoughtful questioning chez Krauss ’round 1 a.m. Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?
It’s supposed to be lucky too! Well best of luck to Mr Ed, the Talking Horses arse… The viewers thought he’s hot and sexy! Well you have to have something going for you in the absence of any credible political policies to get the vote out, don’t ya?
The, now it can be told, product of an un-natural union between Bernie Winters and Schnorbitz, this is Ed’s favourite song…
OK, I know it is April 2nd but I only just found this…
Go read it. It is very funny.
“I only regret that I have but one asterisk for my country.”
–Nathan Hale (paraph.)
This is what happens to persons who go looking at dictionaries. One thing leads to another, and the next thing you know Oz & environs (for some large-ish value of “environs”) have to put up with dreadful(ly good) puns. Tsk!
Credit where it’s due: A comment from “Wal Webster” at Dictionary.com, to a brief history of the ampersand:
Wal Webster – December 19, 2014 – 4:08 am
Reminds me of that other much-misrepresented character, the *, which was allegedly going to be renamed the “nathan” back in 1976, in bicentennial honour of the great American patriot, Nathan Hale, whose last words were said to have been along the lines of, “I only regret that I have but one asterisk for my country.”
So our CCIZ prize for complete and utter twat of the week, goes to Dafyyd Iwan, a former President of Plaid Cymru and folk singer in his own right, though if I remember rightly, having heard him play a few times, his voice sounds like a goose fart in the fog, rather than the majestic instrument possessed by Thomas the Voice, wants the Welsh Rugby Union to ban the singing of Tom Jones Delilah at Welsh Rugby matches because it encourages violence against women.
The song is a huge favourite at Welsh matches, and yes it is about a Crime Passionnel, but then the French used to let you off for this until they changed the law back in 1970, and frankly if you ban Delilah where do you stop? Hang down your head Tom Dooley? Which I heard Lonny Donagan belting out in the 50’s, or Billy Holliday’s Strange Fruit? The list is endless.
Hell, you may as well ban Tom’s Green Green Grass of Home too, as it is all about the singer going to the Gallows (presumably for murdering Delilah) not a nostalgic homecoming to The Land of My Fathers…