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spatchYesterday's Red Line trip in to work had a special guest aboard the train. Apparently he had a lot of cookies and was more than eager to share them with other riders. He was a larger fellow, dressed in the manner that suggested someone who counts "professional subway and bus riding" as one of his careers. Apparently baking was also another one.
"You want a cookie?" he asked everybody who sat near him. "Hey, you want a cookie? I'm being very generous today. You two, you can have some cookies, because I'm generous." I politely refused, as while my mother never exactly taught me not to take cookies from strangers on the T, I'm sure it follows the same principles of her other lessons.
The guy was loud, almost aggressively friendly in his cookie handing-out, and made a point of loudly asserting his generosity. Then, once everybody was suitably cookie-fied, he took it upon himself to start his next round of speeches.
"George W Bush is a great man in the White House with great morals," he began, in an cadence that suggested he'd rote-memorized this statement or at least had taken great care to string his words together. "He will bring peace to this country with diplomacy, and we should all give thanks that he is in the White House. He is a great man. Hey, want a cookie?"
This certainly came out of left field. Although we had just swung thru Harvard, Central and Kendall, none of the Cantabrigians picked up felt necessary to debate him on his views (I've heard quite a few interesting arguments between oldschool hippies and neo-Larouchies, for one.) He seemed harmless enough, but might fly off the handle if provoked. And he may poison his cookies. At any rate, when the fellow spotted someone reading the Globe, it was time for another speech.
"The Herald is the only newspaper that tells it like it is," he said, in that same sing-song cadence. "If you want something sugar-coated, get a donut. If you want the truth, get the Herald. George W Bush is a great man in the White House with great morals. He will bring peace to this country with diplomacy..."
I left at South Station and he was still giving out cookies. I was kind of glad I didn't take a cookie.
"You want a cookie?" he asked everybody who sat near him. "Hey, you want a cookie? I'm being very generous today. You two, you can have some cookies, because I'm generous." I politely refused, as while my mother never exactly taught me not to take cookies from strangers on the T, I'm sure it follows the same principles of her other lessons.
The guy was loud, almost aggressively friendly in his cookie handing-out, and made a point of loudly asserting his generosity. Then, once everybody was suitably cookie-fied, he took it upon himself to start his next round of speeches.
"George W Bush is a great man in the White House with great morals," he began, in an cadence that suggested he'd rote-memorized this statement or at least had taken great care to string his words together. "He will bring peace to this country with diplomacy, and we should all give thanks that he is in the White House. He is a great man. Hey, want a cookie?"
This certainly came out of left field. Although we had just swung thru Harvard, Central and Kendall, none of the Cantabrigians picked up felt necessary to debate him on his views (I've heard quite a few interesting arguments between oldschool hippies and neo-Larouchies, for one.) He seemed harmless enough, but might fly off the handle if provoked. And he may poison his cookies. At any rate, when the fellow spotted someone reading the Globe, it was time for another speech.
"The Herald is the only newspaper that tells it like it is," he said, in that same sing-song cadence. "If you want something sugar-coated, get a donut. If you want the truth, get the Herald. George W Bush is a great man in the White House with great morals. He will bring peace to this country with diplomacy..."
I left at South Station and he was still giving out cookies. I was kind of glad I didn't take a cookie.
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Date: 2007-01-22 03:45 pm (UTC)(which we all know is laced with some kind of drug produced by Halliburton factories.)
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Date: 2007-01-22 03:49 pm (UTC)At least, I'd like to think that happened, so the Yin and Yang balance each other out.
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Date: 2007-01-22 05:36 pm (UTC)There are those in this world to whom this view is accessible and appealling. Unfortunately, the world isn't two-tone.
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Date: 2007-01-22 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-01-22 06:20 pm (UTC)Supreme Court Justices Stubbornly Refuse Poisoned Cookies
Date: 2007-01-23 01:11 pm (UTC)The worst assassination attempt in Washington history happened last year when some old nut in Connecticut — not Lieberman — mailed home-baked Rat Poison Cookies to each justice.
“Every member of the Supreme Court received a wonderful package of home-baked cookies, and I don’t know why, (but) the staff decided to analyze them,” Sandra Day O’Connor said at some legal conference last week.
Hmm, maybe the staffers were tipped off by the letters included with each package. You know, the ones that said, “I am going to kill you. This is poisoned.”
O’Connor details half-baked attempt to kill Supreme Court [CNN]
More:
http://wonkette.com/politics/supreme-court/supreme-court-justices-stubbornly-refuse-poisoned-cookies-215734.php
See also:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x10955
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Date: 2007-01-23 03:56 pm (UTC)They swear you'll find chocolate chips in them, but they never turn up.
If you're desperate for milk to wash them down, it won't come for weeks but the people who are supposed to bring it to you will still be praised for doing a heck of a job.
Just when you think you've got them down, there's an uprising.
Noah