Calling Dr. Freud!
"I love my cigar, too, but I take it out of my mouth once in a while."

-- Words stuffed in Groucho's Marx's mouth.

My reaction to all of the fallout surrounding Ann Althouse's hilarious take on the Clinton Soprano video?

The way I see it, if a cigar is just a cigar and oral sex is not sex, then I see no reason I shouldn't take my carrot and put it right through someone's onion ring.

As to the dark screen at the end, it's obvious that there are certain places where the sun don't shine.

UPDATE (06/21/07): I like the fact that Ann Althouse is sticking to her guns, even adding a little postmodernist polish:

The man wants the hole-shaped item, and the woman forbids it. She insists that he confine himself to the phallic item, which has been sliced down to puny, thin stick form. The man looks at it sadly, and the woman tells him it's for his own good. If you don't see sexual imagery there, you exist on a very narrow band of human imagination. I don't see how you are competent to watch film. Christopher Orr appears to be a film critic, too!

When Clinton sadly bites into the carrot stick of his own castration, it makes a crunch noise -- ouch! -- and it's that noise that causes the ominous looking man at the bar ("Johnny Sack") to turn and look at him. He then walks by and gives him a glare. What does that glare mean in the Clinton video? I think it means: "What kind of man are you?"

Geez, this also belongs in one of my recent posts about eunuchs. (The plural of "eunuch" does sound like an operating system, doesn't it?)

posted by Eric on 06.20.07 at 04:18 PM










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