Jeff: “Please tell me where the Constitution says, ‘one nation, under God.’ “, he says. What, you want me to Google it for you? And then RITUALISTICALLY HANG MY HEAD IN SHAME when, as you and I know, that exact phrase isn’t in there–even though it is completely irrelevant to the argument you wanted to start—
Chap: Dude, here. Have another Guinness. That guy’s just trying to get a point made–
Jeff: Point? I’ll tell you the point, it’s silly sophomore year college b–
Chap: Jeff, meet Fred. Fred’s seven months old. He’s hungry and can’t make himself a sandwich, so I’m going to go mix some oatmeal before he gets too grumpy, and maybe a jar of sweet potatoes. You want a sandwich with that Guinness?
Fred: grump grump grump Grump!
Jeff: Good point, Fred, but on the surface of it it’s just silly. What’s the point of rehashing it, or even paying attention to Grauniad and Indymedia-approved Sydney Blumenthal rants? I mean, if perhaps we were talking about certain people and their incessant fixation on BIG HAIRY MAN–
Fred: AAH! grumble grump MAAAHH!
Jeff: I see your point. Chap, maybe a ham sandwich, after that oatmeal. BECAUSE OF THE HYPOCRISY!
Rather unclear as to what the original point was â€”
It’s Jeff…freaking…Goldstein, man! Nobody knows what that man is on about half the time, except that armadillo! FREE…BIRD! [lighter aloft]