Thursday, October 13, 2005

Oh, Merde!

OK. I waded through those smarmy, schmalzy mash notes passed between George W. and Harriet Miers.

Just kill me now. Even Monica wasn't as immature as Harriet.

Then, it got really interesting.

Interesting because I love it when people use weird words (not just a mangled version of a word, like 'misunderestimate,' but real honest-to-Gawd words that confound the context, confound it!) and smile silently because they think they've impressed someone with their Harvard MBA-level vocabulary.

Enter George W. Bush.

In 1997, Miers sent Bush a belated birthday card featuring a sad-looking dog and the note: "Dear Governor GWB, You are the best Governor ever -- deserving of great respect!" She added, "At least for thirty days -- you are not younger than me."

Bush's birthdate is July 6, 1946; Miers' is August 10, 1945.

Bush wrote back to wish Miers a happy 52nd birthday, telling her that he appreciated her friendship and to "never hold back your sage advice." He ended with a postscript: "No more public scatology."


Main Entry: sca·tol·o·gy
Pronunciation: ska-'tä-l&-jE,
Function: noun
Etymology: Greek skat-, excrement; akin to Old English scearn dung, Latin muscerdae mouse droppings
1 : interest in or treatment of obscene matters especially in literature
2 : the biologically oriented study of excrement (as for taxonomic purposes or for the determination of diet)
- scat·o·log·i·cal /"ska-t&l-'ä-ji-k&l/ adjective

Or did George W. mean to write the word eschatology?


es·cha·tol·o·gy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sk-tl-j)
n. The branch of theology that is concerned with the end of the world or of humankind.
A belief or a doctrine concerning the ultimate or final things, such as death, the destiny of humanity, the Second Coming, or the Last Judgment.

After all, we've been assured that Harriet is a Rapture-Ready evangelical Christian.

Either way, using that word is just plain weird, unless...

A. George W. and Harriet were either prone to flinging feces (even verbally) in public, or

B. They were discussing their Hallowe'en costume choices for the following Autumn:

Chicken Scatology!

Holy Scatology!

Tough Scatology!

Bull Scatology!

Crock Of Scatology!

Yes, I was saving those costume photos for Hallowe'en Week!

Leave it to George W. and his "public scatology" to steal my Hallowe'en Week blog thunder.


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