Poor guy… passed over the first time for a curvaceous sparkly-toenailed winker, and then for a zombie-eyed granny starver.

You’d think a man would begin to get the message.  “It ain’t you, babe. It ain’t you they’re lookin’ for…”

I remember when this stuff of his (spammed over and over on EVERY THREAD at Nate Silver’s blog) used to drive me practically nuts. Now, with the benefit of hindsight and so many intervening events,  it all just seems so silly.  

Here’s Charley (who has a northern Ontario accent) discussing federal debts and deficits:

“Every guvmint estimit incloods an extry estimit of how much more
it’s gonna cost than yer ferst estimit. That’s how come they always
leeve this big deficit on the floor of yer House.
And a deficit is what you’ve got wen you haven’t got as much as if you
jist had nothin’. If we tried any of this, we’d end up in jail. But the
guvmint gits rid of its detts by Nashnullizing them. That’s like the
alkyholick who solved his problem by poring the booze in all of his
bottles into one big container. Himself.”

[from Charlie Farquharson’s K-O-R-N Filled Allmynack, 1976, pg. 79]