Cogito's Blue Dog Riff Re-mixed: All Your Base Are Belong to Us
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I can't resist trying my own little riff on Cogito's nice, geeky observation about the elections in November. What with all the progress the 110th is making on the wording of that non-binding resolution, it seems as if the ship of state has sure, manly hands upon the tiller once again.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.
Not it!Not it!Not it!
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.*
Captain: It's you !!
Cats: How are you gentlemen!!
Cats: All your base are belong to us.
Cats: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
Cats: You have no chance to survive make your time.
Cats: Ha ha ha ha ....
Operator: Captain !!
Captain: Take off every 'Zig'!!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move 'Zig'.
Captain: For great justice.
** EOF **
Thanks to President George Bush, Denny Hastert, Tom DeLay, Jack Abramoff, Mark Foley, Don Rumsfeld, Karl Rove, CondoLeeeeeza Rice, Dick Cheney, and the inimitable John Tester as "Cats."
* and may I just add, I cannot think of a more appropriate caption for this picture of Condi Rice. Yow!
** h/tip, as ever, to the acerbic Wuzzadem for the pict-o-graph strip layout