TheyReallyThinkVille
So.
Mike Smyth, following up on stuff the RailGate Cultists have had nailed down for months, wants to know (or at least I think he wants to know) why (yes that's right, 'why'!) Mdme. (not)Premier, unlike Ms. Talk Show Titillator before her, no longer wants to know (what she knows we know) why (there's that word again) we paid Mess'rs Basi and Virk a cool six million dollars to get up from the craps table and walk away just as the heavy hitters were getting set to roll their dice for reals.
I mean, come on Mr. Smyth.
Do you really have to stare into the glycerin-laced eyes of Ingrid Bergman, and/or get whacked-up the side of the head by Claude Rains, to come up with the answer to that one?
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Speaking of Ms. Bergman, here's a hell of a tune from our Woody, translated by the irrepressible Billy Bragg, that oughta air things out a little given the stink of this thing....
Oh, and in case you were wondering....Ya, I just might keep turning over this rotting carcass that was dumped on our collective lawn yesterday all long weekend long....
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