Tally Ho, Pip Pip
I say, that colonial upstart, Howard Kurtz of the Washington Post, thinks Don Surber scribbles for London’s Daily Mail and apparently is unaware Surber is in fact a gap-toothed hillbilly who hollers from the Charleston Daily Mail of West By God Virginia. I dare say Kurtz’s slanderous assumption is an insult to gap-toothed hillbillies everywhere, what?
The sun’s over the yardarm, so Surber and I will be repairing to the club for a chota peg.
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Posted by Jules Crittenden at 9:57 am on Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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January 31st, 2007 at 10:37 am
Woooo doggies! Ol’ Don ain’t gonna live that one down no time soon, no sirree! I bet next time he shows up for hamhocks and collards at Aunt Hattie’s and Uncle Zeke’s, they josh him good, probably serve him tea and scones, soon’s they figger out what scones are. Haw!
January 31st, 2007 at 10:48 am
Scene at the Paladin’s Club, London . . .
1st old gentleman: “I say, Smythe-Pooter, we don’t have any ‘Surbers’ on the rolls, do we?”
2nd old gentleman: “Not that I know of, Pendragon. Why do you ask?”
1st old gentleman: “I see one mentioned here in this colonial rag - ‘The Post’, I think it’s called - says he works for the London Daily Mail. You’re sure he’s not a member?”
2nd old gentleman: “Never heard of him.”
1st old gentleman: “Good. You can’t be too careful. Ever since we let in that ghastly Labourite, it’s been like liberty hall around here. Can’t say that I fancy breaking bread with some press wallah. No Surbers need apply, I say.”
January 31st, 2007 at 11:47 am
well Dang, howrd. Thas what I thought this here thing called then intercom, awww shucks, interweb, anyways, interthang, y’all knowed that fella was in office a spell ago. said he found this thang. clled him Al sumthin’.
Anyways, all this here stuff, from what that fella’ Al said wus to make stuff easy to chek, ya see, all them wires strung out, well i’m here ta tell ya, them boys come on me and assed, ifin they could put them wires up on my place, told them fellas, what in the hell for, don’t do no good.
really, i was thinkin that all them fancy letters at the top of all them pages got mistook for them folks over cross the pond. But hell Donnie (usin’s call our folks them endeerin names, like donnie, billy) coulda been worse off, hell howerd coulda said the yankee thang the nue y ork times, reckon what it’s called.
Usin’s got one smart feller here in these parts, yes sir, bobbie byrd. Right next to you, donnie, a fer as them smarts, he is. He gotta away with tellin folks he wus fightin comunnism when he wus ridin round, wearin’ them white sheets.
January 31st, 2007 at 12:50 pm
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January 31st, 2007 at 12:56 pm
All this gossip and finger pointing goes right to the next bit in Kurtz’s piece, on the Libby trial. What a waste of tax money. No one remembers much of anything. Everybody remembers something different. Like that kids game of gossip, where a short sentence is started at one end of the line, and everyone whispers it to his neighbor, until at the end the last person says aloud what they heard . And laughter ensues. Lesson learned. Until you go to Washington, I guess.
I bet Don doesn’t talk like Paco writes at all.
January 31st, 2007 at 1:35 pm
Surber might like London, but they serve better food in West Virginia.
February 1st, 2007 at 12:07 am
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