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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Comic Relief

An editorial view of the blind defeasement entitled "The Silence of the Lambs"

Posted by Save The School at 3:13 PM
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7 comments:

Jon said...

The cartoon's good, but the situation's BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!
It was shear agony being at last night's board meeting. I just wish Hellmann knew what the flock he was doing. I've never herd such bleating! We can't continue to let him pull the wool over our eyes because pretty soon the town's gonna get completely fleeced! I counted three missing sheep last night, which was the only thing that prevented Hellmann from ramming through more mutton-headed measures. If I were ewe, I'd put this guy out to pasture.

February 28, 2008 at 6:16 PM
Anonymous said...

It was quite noteworthy how Hellmann's sheep left him alone in the field last night. They knew the defeasement costs were going to be announced and were too cowardly to face the public.

February 28, 2008 at 7:45 PM
Anonymous said...

I don't know which had me laughing more; the cartoon or Jon's punny comments. John, I think the whole situation really has got your goat.

February 29, 2008 at 9:46 AM
Anonymous said...

Where's that dog from the looney tunes when you need him. It would seem that Wyle E. Coyote has finally managed to get away with one.

February 29, 2008 at 1:17 PM
Anonymous said...

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

February 29, 2008 at 4:09 PM
Peter said...

Gotta love an obscure Pink Floyd reference. Now can you name this tune that was seemingly written for Morrisville?


The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...

March 1, 2008 at 7:26 PM
Anonymous said...

Peter, not only a Pink Floyd fan, but a Rush fan as well. Witch Hunt is a good song, but not my favorite. A Farewell to Kings might be the one, and like the reference you make, it is fitting for the attitude of many of our fellow citizens.


When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance

Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise

The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Cant we find
The minds that made us strong
Cant we learn
To feel whats right and wrong

Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Cant we raise our eyes
And make a start
Cant we find the minds
To lead us closer to the heart

March 2, 2008 at 10:34 AM

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