IN HONOR OF HILLARY

Well, it's looking like Hillary's going to be the one. She's steadily creeping away from Obama, and once she's won the primary, I'm betting that the general election will simply be a formality. So get ready for another term of pro-corporate Democrat rule.

To honor our president apparent, I'm embedding one of my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoons, the one where he makes playthings out of two Arkansas hillbillies:


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I'm particularly fond of the square dance sequence, featuring Bugs as the caller, making his victims abuse each other as dance moves.

It's so amusing, in fact, it's worth posting what he calls:

Promenade across the floor, sashay right on out the door; out the door and into the glade, and everybody promenade. Step right up you're doin' fine, I'll pull your beard you pull mine; yank it again like you did before, break it up with a tug of war. Now into the creek and fish for the trout, dive right in and splash about; trout trout pretty little trout, one more splash and come right out. Shake like a hound dog shake again, wallow around in the old pig pen; wallow some more you all know how, roll around like an old fat sow. Allemande left with your left hand, follow through with a right and left grand; now lead your partner the dirty old thing, follow through with an elbow swing. Grab a fencepost hold it tight, whomp your partner with all your might; hit him in the shin hit him in the head, hit him again the critter ain't dead. Whop him low and whop him high, stick your finger in his eye; purty little rhythm purty little sound, bang your heads against the ground. Promenade all around the room, promenade like a bride and groom; open up the door and step right in, close the door and into a spin. Whirl whirl twist and twirl, jump all around like a flying squirrel; now don't you cuss and don't you swear, just come right out and form a square. Now right hand over and left hand under, both join hands and run like thunder; over the hill and over the dale, duck your head and lift your tail. Don't you stray and don't you roam, turn around and promenade home; corn in the crib and wheat in the sack, turn your partner promenade back.

Most humor, for me, really does go back to those old Warner Brothers cartoons.

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