Hugh Hewitt, lord high commissioner of the Northern Alliance, seems to think we're not on the ball up here, suggesting that we are "quietly preparing for winter in whatever far-away town in which they toil." We toil
here, sir. The weather has been simply grand the last two days, which is why some of us are enjoying our last chance before
lockdown. Cracking open a box of
Don Tomas robustos with
candela wrappers and two fingers of
Isle of Jura will even permit us to smile upon the Pompous One. He may have one of each if he comes to us while snow graces our fair lands.
Meanwhile, R.B. at
Infinite Monkeys writes that he too has the administrative, mid-semester avalanche, then he gets
his school mentioned by the P.O. Will it slow the
HUAC? Not bloody likely.
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