Glenn Reynolds, blogger extraordinaire, gave Jammie Wearing Fool a link and a shout out for the same analysis ‘Puter’s made previously on New York and its relevance as a harbinger of the likely outcome of the forthcoming Democrat economic plan under the Pax Obama.
And nobody better steal my Pax Obama neologism without credit, consarnit.
Not that ‘Puter’s whining or anything (OK, ‘Puter’s whining), but how about showing the little guy over here some love, too? ‘Puter’s been all over this issue forever, since he lives in that little slice of socialist heaven, Upstate. Other examples of ‘Puter’s insight and winning analyses may be found here. There’s also a ton of fun stuff about New York’s public sector unions and their role in New York’s fiscal self-immolation. See here and here and here, for example.
Or just use The Google on the interwebs. ‘Puter thinks that how it works. At least that’s what ‘Puter recalls from his talks with GorT.
So, how about it, Mr. Reynolds?
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.