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The All-Onomatopoeic Team has been announced at Elysian Fields Quarterly. Today's battery: Klopp-Klumpp.
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We're gonna party like it's 1988: Old friend Ellis Burks' re-signing with the Red Sox recalls the time he was pressed into service for a photo-op playing catch with 1988 Democratic presidential nominee Michael Dukakis. Wonder if Burks will be getting a call from the Duke's lieutenant-governor this year.
Bishop: The text, vic! Don't say the text!
(Cut back to vicar.)
First Vicar: Leviticus 3-14. . .
(The pulpit explodes. Vicar disappears in smoke, flying up into the air. Cut to close-up of the bishop. Behind him there is smoke and people rushing about. Sound of people scrambling over pews in panic etc.)
Bishop: We was too late. The Reverend Grundy bit the ceiling.
Doesn't the Episcopal hierarchy of Massachusetts remind you of the Monty Python sketch "The Bishop"?
Free Republic and Fr. Sibley take up the phenomenon of the Ventriloquial Mass, i.e., for kids, with a puppet (your choice of Jerry Mahoney or Danny O'Day).
For comic-book ad nostalgists: onion-gum and joy-buzzer magnets for the fridge.
Meantime, a bio of Mack Sennett's clowns is panned.
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Vote early and often in the First Annual St. Blog's Awards. And whoever nominated me – thanks much!
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If it stays fair…It's gone! Another classic Fisk from Dale Price.
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Joe Lieberman's exit from the race leaves the Democratic field a "confederacy of hucksters," writes R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr.
A tribute to Lieberman and photos of one of his New Hampshire volunteers in Lieberman campaign yarmulke are featured at Off the Fence.