Friday, August 19, 2005
"Lemme see him, Huck. My, he's pretty stiff. Where'd you get him ?"
"Bought him off'n a boy."
"What did you give?"
"I give a blue ticket and a bladder that I got at the slaughter-house."
"Where'd you get the blue ticket?"
"Bought it off'n Ben Rogers two weeks ago for a hoop-stick."
"Say -- what is dead cats good for, Huck?"
"Good for? Cure warts with."
~~Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Amanda Marcotte set off a bit of a debate about what to call George Bush's home and property near Crawford, Texas. Well, the debate was actually about people who object to The Media calling it a "ranch", but go read the thread.
It's unfortunate that her searingly insightful original point*, which had to do with linguistic respect for soft Republican voters in 'Red States', was pretty much washed away in the arguments. But there you go. That's in the past. Get over it.
Lindsay Beyerstein found a way to bring the dialectic to seeming synthesis with her suggestion to to call the place a "compound", but one of her commenters hit the rhetorical jackpot (in turn attributed to another commenter at TBogg. I can't sort all this out.) with the moniker Compound W.
Ladies and gentlemen, I rise in support of the motion.
Bush finds retreat at Compound W.
Nice lexicon. Use it, or don't be groovy.
* This is not the slightest bit sarcastic or ironic. Amanda was dead right in her analysis. I feel bad that I didn't set everyone straight in comments over there.