The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    REPUBLICAN CANDIDATES; THE MUSICAL!

    The Clown and the tightrope

    Coulrophobia is a fear of clowns. The term is of recent origin, probably dating from the 1980s,[1] and according to one analyst, "has been coined more on the Internet than in printed form because it does not appear in any previously published, psychiatric, unabridged, or abridged dictionary," however the author later notes, "regardless of its less-than-verifiable etymology, coulrophobia exists in several lists".[2] The condition is a specific phobia (DSM-IV Code 300.29).[3] WIKI.

     

     

     

    Isn't it rich?
    Are we a pair?


    Me here at last on the ground,
    You in mid-air.

    But where are the clowns?
    Send in the clown.

     

     Nightmare  

     


     

     

    The crown, originally known as the "crown of the double rose", was an English coin introduced as part of King Henry VIII's monetary reform of 1526 with the value of 5 shillings.

    Isn't it bliss?
    Don't you approve?
    One who keeps tearing around,
    One who can't move.
    Where are the crowns?
    Send in the crowns.

     

     


    Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
    Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
    Making my entrance again with my usual flair,

    http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/24/dick-cheney-memoir-_n_935900.html

    Sure of my lines,


    No one is there. 

     

     


    Don't you love farce?


    My fault I fear.

    I thought that you'd want what I want.

    Sorry my dear

    But where are the clowns?

    http://www.chron.com/news/gallery/Republican-National-Convention-2008-24568.php

    Quick, send in the clowns.

    http://www.politico.com/
    Don't bother, they're here.

     


    Isn't it rich?
    Isn't it queer,

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_Republicans_%282004_film%29


    Losing my timing this late
    In my career?

    http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2011/08/nut-ron-paul-booed-at-iowa-debate-video/

    And where are the crowns?
    There ought to be crowns.
    Well, maybe next year

     

     

    Okay so the Gods of the Dagblog would make a farce of my attempts, but when Le Madame Michele (my belle) takes the center stage at the 2013 Address to the Joint Session of Congress, do not blame me!

     

     

     

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    Be careful, you just stepped into my wheel-house ...  Let me think on this and see what I can offer in response.  

     

    P.S.  I thought you said you were coming to NYC in late August. Did I miss out on meeting you?


    Smith, it looks like I am being sent to Syracuse!

    I will write you I promise.

    But I aint goin nowhere until next week over Labor Day!

    But I must underline that this repub field is sick, sick sick....hahahah




    Jesus H. Christ it looks like the family reunions I used to attend! hahahaahah


    Richard,

    The caption of the picture might read 

    "I am saddened that our alter ego has been exposed" 

    "After our election " Mr "chuckie" Hyde,  will be unleashed"


    I will buy that.

    But I am sure that Q is lurking in the shadows. hahahahahaha


    Those dolls are like what you'd get if you skinned the Republican candidates. 


    Oh.

    I thought coulrophobia was the fear of Ann Coulter.

    My bad.

    Thanks for clearing that up for me, Mr. Day. smiley


    Well....Ann is kind of an undercover clown!


    Ann is an undercovers clown ... ask Bill Maher.