In my little political corner of the blogosphere, there’s a controversy going on about a conservative commentator who used a quote from Lincoln to bolster the point that those of us who oppose the war in Iraq have no civil liberties, should be shot without trial and are just plain traitorous treasonous jerks. Turns out the quote was a fake and was rather quickly debunked. Well, they guy comes back with another attempt to show that Lincoln was a Republican then and he’d sure as hell suspend habeas corpus again just to get at us agitators. Nope. Another fake. So, there’s this place on the web called Sadly, No. and their take on the mess was that if you’re going to make up a quote, at least do a good job of it, perhaps something like this:
“As Abraham Lincoln, our 16th President, was often known to remark, “Joe Lieberman’s ass smells like a dying weasel crawled up there to have his last cigar.”
OK, as a goofball, I think that’s funny because he said “ass”. In fact, a few days ago, I mentioned that someone smelled so bad that it was “like something crawled in him and died.”
Having the quotable, quippy friends I have, someone asked: “How do you know what that smells like?”
I love love love smarty pants people.
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That was a reasonable question. You did not take it for what it was worth and did not consider the skeptical viewpoint behind the question. Whoever asked you how in the world you would know about really bad olfactory sensations might have thought you had possibly worked in the “Decomposition Room” at the Oklahoma City morgue. I worked there for a half a day once. It is a special room for special cases that have been out in the elements too long or up someone’s ass smoking a cigar before they die. If you ever have an opportunity to visit that special room you wil NEVER forget it, or the smell. I think it was a good question. And, right now as I write, that room sits waiting for more beavers or weasels or whatever. So, with that said, I am off on a road trip (the meaning of my life I have finally come to believe) so that when my time comes I will have as many memories as possible, stinky or not.