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Breaking rules and pushing the envelope, Sonic makes “roundup” into two words, known ever after as “round up.” And then – whamo! – reckless and brave disregard for a comma! Twice in one sentence. Would that we were so brave with our English, but we take our lead only from The Triumvirate.
The next sentence made us sleepy, cause it had a big word that resembled “idiot” but wasn’t.
Then, the Jooos make their first slimy appearance in the shape of a Man, this one a Fried Man, who, like all Jooos, desires Muslim Blood, preferably Arab.
The writing that follows is not so brave as the scripture of The Troglodyte; we found not a single New Stand on Grammar, or a tossed aside punctuation. And so we became positively soporific. But on, on we trugged, making our way through the Bloody Trail of the Jingosphere.
And yet suddenly we are awakened by a shout out to Irving Howe, he who never succumbed to the bloody and oil-soaked temptations of The Jingosphere, only to give up arguing the world and submit to the life of a Neocon. Irving Howe, where have you gone?! How we need you now, in this Battle Against Hitchens.
We won’t lie. We read the post that day with growing disappointment when She Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken did not descend from Olympus upon Sonic’s keyboard. But we are not the Triumvirate, nor can we dream to be. What they see in this post we can only hope to catch a glimpse of, if The Light of the Watch should shine favorably upon us.
And of course, even then we didn’t know then the glory that would become Christopherhitchenswatch, nor how soon it would come.
The Wind of the Watch blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit of Sonic.
