Neanderpundit

But then, my dreams are.

Fact is, I dreampt about going to church- but not the church we normally go to. Somehow it was a scaled-up version of the church I went to when I was a kid, and the bishop was saying mass. It wasn’t the bishop of our diocese, it was the bishop of Toronto, Thomas Christopher Collins. I don’t know why I would dream of a bishop named after a drink, but there you are. Anyway, his crosier was made of a buttload of Craftsman 1/2″ drive ratchet extensions snapped together, and occasionallyhe would slap it against his hand like a sap, and it would clink loudly.

He wasn’t wearing a miter, either. he did have the traditional Zuchetto on, but when the bishop traditionally puts on the Miter, he instead donned a cork hat. During the offertory, the choir sang Walzing Matilda until he yelled at them to stop. Then they switched over to singing “Another night” and his Excellency Tom Collins started tuning them up with his Craftsman Crosier.

For some reason I had a T bone steak, and I gnawed away at it until it was just the bone, and then the bone turned into a Luger. I was gonna shoot the bishop, but the Oglet said “You’ll miss. Give me that!” so I did, and she dropped him like a bad habit. I thought we were going to have to shoot our way out, but the whole congregation started singing “Ding Dong, the witch is dead” and carried the still armed oglet out of the church on their shoulders.

I have no recollection of eating anything unusual.

So long as he was in the Oval Office, not much of anything really happened. I’m starting to genuinely miss the Clinton presidency.

Well, no. But you know what I mean.

Prompted, in part, by this post from Pascal and a partly from a comment by Rudy Giuliani who said he missed old Mr Bill.

When you’re pulling out on a street, especially when turning right, it is not necesary to wait until all cars are gone from vision everywhere. When the cars coming toward you are more than a mile away, and the speed limit is 35, and nobody is drivng a dragster, you have plenty of time to pull out. Really.

Signed, all seventeen cars behind you.