Especially of the warm-puppy ilk (?)

OK, there's (was..) one lovable Red Skelton.

There was his one-liner quip. *Just that alone* would have been sufficiently brief as to indeed! evoke a wonderful hint of how Murican idolatry of colored cloth might manifest. Stop there >|

Then: there's far more - via the real/mythical Mr. Laswell, comes the real message - with attributions to God of: everything Warm & Fuzzy about *America or its modern counterpart, shortened to accommodate the attention span.. We are indeed Special: Chosen of the Absolute, etc. No hubris there, nope.. not a trace. We Be The One. Chosen People\ufffd

*who ever gave the US sole-proprietorship from Point Barrow to the tip of Chile? in this un-hyphenated 'America'?

Nice litmus, BeeP. To criticize once funny now poor dead Red's (even poorer, deader Teach, Mr. L.) -- might be construed as BOTH unPatriotic AND anti-God simultaneously.

Hey..! That's a TwoFer. Esp with Old Glory a Wavin across the top. {sniff} Why only a ComSymp would risk alienating BOTH God AND [a jingoistic maudlin portrayal of] Country!

Why that would be tantamont, just a *few* years back, in another place, - to singing a bar of,

Vhen der F\ufffdehrer sez 'Ve Iss der Master Race' ..
Ve Heil! {phtbbbbt} Heil! {phtbbbbt} right in der F\ufffdehrer's Face ...



(Comforting no? that you can always get a spot at Wagg-Edd with That kinda Catch 22 - if current gig wears a bit thin..) :-\ufffd




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the 'credit' is all his. And I wouldn't expect Red to be expert in separating his religion from civics either; surely he has lots of company in missing that distinction - specially as entertainer.

Was he preciously 'prescient' - or isn't it almost the same stretch to suppose that.. somewhere inside, even then - he sorta grokked "what this might Really be about" ? And saw that that bucolic era was a bit early for most to notice or, say: risk being Seen to notice?

But c'mon Mr. Innocent Neutral Jokester: your punchline pretty well begs for the rebuttal to the original implicit presumption: ~ that,

you'd have to be some kinda future- Commie-Pinko to find anything Wrong with mixing [My God] and another's [Patriotism] -- with blender set to puree.

As I implied - Wagg-Edd would ever lack sufficient subtlety (undoubtedly emulating their virtual-owner to a T).. to present this material as if it were merely a humorous 'prediction' that oddly.. came to be. As you protest was your er aim.

So this would make you an: upgrade to their Team! (were you to accept the ignominy, that is ;-) Prolly you wouldn't though; I doubt you could bring it off and I'll bet you do too. You ain't That far gone ;-)



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By -invariably?- dropping "someone's" variously cockamamie, merely semantically-loaded (or occasionally.. sentient!) POV and splitting:

You Dare the reader to *guess* the spin *you* might put on the innuendo, and only ever umm clarify.. (I'd say that on a few occasions, 'weasel' is not a totally inappropriate verb) or otherwise protest that,

"I Never Said ____." 'Exactly'

Now I had supposed that, someone steeped in such \ufffdthereally fluff-based concepts as say, The Velocity --> of Money and other mechanical obfuscations of the Fact of: the *actual* acceleration of Most money --> into already the Very Fattest of all Pockets --

Would choose this very Scheme! See? More prescience: mine. :-)

So in absence of ever advancing a posit and defending same (should it ever be in any way - umm less than intuitively obvious?) I'd suggest that,

Thou Has Made Thine Own Bed and must perforce er Lie.. In. It.
I came here for an argument and all I got was this lousy Weasel-shirt.




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