Charles Dickens Revisited ...In the Time of PBO...THE POOR, DISENFRANCHISED, & Maggie Thatcher!
It's Quite a Read for READERS: "MAGGIE WAS DEAD TO BEGIN WITH!" OMG!
Maggie was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The streets of Britain celebrated. Barack watched on CNN. And Barack's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Maggie was as dead as a door-nail.
Chained CPI Humbug on Maggie's Farm
Hopenchange knew she was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Barack and she were partners, as it were, albeit removed by I don't know how many years. Barack was her sole executor, her sole administrator, her sole assign, her sole residuary legatee, her sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Capnpeaceprize was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain and a couple of drone strikes.
There is no doubt that Maggie was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. Obomber never painted out Old Maggie's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the Thatched roof in neon: Barry and Maggie's Farm. The farm was known as Barry and Maggie. Sometimes people new to the business called Barry Barry, and sometimes Maggie, but he answered to both names. It was all the same to him.
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Barack! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him, no-drama-obama; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.
External heat and cold had little influence on Barack. Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with gladsome looks, "My dear Barack, how are you. When will you come to see me.'' But what did Barack care! It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along to a Terror Tuesday gathering, warning all human sympathy to keep its distance, was what the knowing ones call nuts to Barack.
MORE OF DICKENS VOICE in MODERN TIMES at:
http://www.smirkingchimp.com/thread/david-swanson/49142/chained-cpi-humbug-on-maggies-farm
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