October 30, 2013

And he did say "And if pea-brained Vogons "

During the evening I got to thinking that the presidents speech patterns are about as enjoyable as Vogon poetry. ( FYI If not a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams's novels/ movie radio play tv etc.  Vogons are described as mindlessly bureaucratic, aggressive, slug like creatures having "as much sex appeal as a road accident" and the
writers of "the third worst poetry in the universe". They are employed as the galactic  government's bureaucrats.)

Long story short, I came across this from Bill Whittle--The reptile :  https://www.billwhittle.com/commentary/reptile talking about Alan Grayson ( aka Big Giant Level 2 Douchebag )  Now this is not the bent I was looking for but oh do I have to share.  FYI: I was heading on a tare about Obama speak and wanted to cross check to see if it is really plagiarized Vogon poetry.  (In my head  saw President Vogon  reading "You can Keep your healthcare insurance" and "The IRS Loves You...Really It does." as thinking Americans commit suicide rather than continuing to listen)  And then.... Internetz distractions happen.....

So jump to Bill Whittle's  article..He has such a wonderful mix of wit, political/philosophical insight mixed with absolute truth that it is hard to imagine how someone could say it better.

Tasty snips:
"Yes, infamous reptile Alan Grayson called the Tea Party – you know, those people calling for the end to the ruinous spending that allows people with the IQ of a carrot to buy votes from others by enslaving them to a life of government dependency, which will last until the world economic collapse brought about by this out-of-control, filthy addiction -- Grayson called the Tea Party the equivalent of the KKK – repeatedly – and it’s just another in a long line of attempts by these Progressive mudskippers to demonize their political opponents in the face of the flaming wreckage that their economic and political policies always bring about"

"Hey! Grayson, you lizard-blooded, jackbooted goon! We’ve tried to reason with the likes of you, but you’re like a dog trying to learn brain surgery by watching it on TV – after a while you realize it just ain’t gonna happen. So I’ll give it to you in terms you can understand, because we’ve seen your kind before: that feral, sneering bombast; that unspeakably dense, pre-human gaze, looking at the Monolith in fear and hatred has been with us for as long as there have been sand fleas, ticks and venereal disease."
And the best of all...

  "And if pea-brained Vogons like Alan Grayson smashes enough things with his little iron mallet then they think no one will notice or remember."

Original story by Bill Whittle -- The reptile :  https://www.billwhittle.com/commentary/reptile

That said, and now that I think about it, I prefer Vogon Poetry over this administrations mutterings.  At least the Vogons actually think their poetry is actually good.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath bitled out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.  

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