Friday, September 28, 2018
Intensely Sociological Question
Labels: class, sex, snobbery, Yale
Friday, April 13, 2018
The Ivies
Marky always carried the heavy book.
“My Yale and Harvard!”
Bella’s little brother stole it of an evening, burned dvds for all of us.
Replaced, so Marky still carries etc.
smart it’s unbearable!
He hasn’t noticed.
Labels: competition, Harvard, intelligence, Ivy, medium, Yale
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
The Choice
-Disenchanted with both choices, I’m joining
millions in writing in Bert Hogg!
-Never heard of him.
-Bert presently resides in a lab at Stanford.
-He’s...a pig?
-Bingo! But one who can talk about the level
of a seven year old.
-Add another year and he could be President!
-Will be, if our polls are right.
-And two terms?
-One will be enough. He gets bored.
-We’ll get sick of the reporters interpreting every
grunt! And the guaranteed haters knocking
everything as pig-like!
-“He handled the Easter Egg Hunt like the pig he is!” First Lady Pig help out there?
-Hortensia, from Yale’s lab.
-Change the name! The real despisers will have
too much fun with that first syllable.
Labels: election, hate, parties, pig, President, Stanford, write-in, Yale
Monday, January 25, 2016
Round and Round
National Review assembled the usual righteous circus to whip Trump round the rings. Much cackling. Unearthly, somehow.
Why won’t he leave? This, the last possible humiliation! Midst the Sawdust Hell of True Believers!
The trick ponies. Seedy costumes of sliding glitters. Rising dust in the tracking spotlights. Manure.
Buckley and I lived in New Haven at the same time, me a townie
without a fake Oxford accent. (Was OK, most Yalies spoke that way.)
He went on to be a great political entertainer, like Reagan and Goldwater.
If there’s a Right Hereafter...well, sadly, how could there be?
Labels: Buckley, Circus, Goldwater, National Review, New Haven, Reagan, Right, true believer, Yale
Monday, December 14, 2015
Endowed By Their Creator
The Speech
-So, what you gonna say to the Jews?
-Easy! We’re for ‘em and against the dirty AY-rabs!
-Dirty? Really?
-Hey! The Jews is a clean people!
-I seem to see a filthy clutter of pushcarts in my
jaundiced, historical eye.
-So they weren’t to begin with? We learned ’em!
-Well...to get into the CL-ub…!
-Everybody must look nice. Period!
-In New Haven, their Woodbridge was the more interesting
golf course.
-Go back to freakin Yale!
-Old Eli stretched things to admit me.
-Ghinny Quota?
-Something like.
Labels: Country Club, Eli, ethnic exclusion, golf, Italian, Jew, quota, Yale
Monday, December 30, 2013
Ivy South
Right Wing Ignoramus, Exhibit A-e & B-e*
-You jawin' bout that Colored Boy down there?
-I is for a fact. The one talks like a girl and walks like a girl.
-Does it have a boyfriend.
-I suspect. When Queerville merges with Nigville, you get
no end of wonders!
-You enjoy talkin the way we did before you went off
to the Yale College?
-You can take the Swamp outa the boy...and in your case,
the Hahvaaaahd place couldn't pull off the trick neither.
-So we continues enjoying the pig wallow that's the Republican Party!
-Sneer when you say that! You can take the pigshit outa
the boy, but...
-Uh huh? Old theme!
-I know, I know. Long's they don't take the Wall Street out.
-Ah-fuckin-men to that!
*e=Educated
Labels: education, good ole boys, Harvard, prejudice, Racial Republicans, Wall St, Yale
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Free Inquiry
“I’m to moderate the damn panel! CSPAN no less.
Well I got two Yalies, and one each Princeton and Harvard.
And a striving-strident academic broad from
East Jesus Nebraska Normal School and Storm Door Repair Facility.
Okay okay, I’ll soften it. She’s Yale grad. But abdicated
for the desolate prairie, cheapening the brand thereby.
I’ll give her a sentence or two for the hicks back home,
then cut her off. Quicker if she injects the feminism shit.”
Labels: academic, CSPAN, feminism, Harvard, Nebraska, panel, Princeton, Yale
Monday, March 01, 2010
Who Colludes?
The question
of all time.
Take a future
where uniforms
worn at Yale.
If revolution from
Left, then baggy
threads indeed.
Mind being tolerable
thing to waste.
From Right, rich
fabrics, beautiful-
ly tailored, with jag-
ged lightning patches.
Either wing, it’s
still Yale, and you’ll
press the party
leaders to get your
kid in. One hand
washes, thus, the other
to infinity.
The real human tragedy:
the comfortable
sleaze of today giving way
to the incompetent
and the vicious.
Labels: Left, revolution, Right, Yale
