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OK, so Archbishop Rowan Williams probably doesn’t belong on this blog, but man, this was so damned funny, it deserves a link.
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I started laughing at #30 and didn’t stop until the punchline.
Gold.
The Burma Shave end is just classic.
That’s even funnier than the What White Folks Like shtick … 2008 is shaping up to be a good year for satire.
No need to apologize to Chaucer for that. Bravo!
It may be even funnier if you read after a long drag on your favorite bong. Just trying to be helpful.
Poor Rowan Williams. When satire that good is getting thrown at you, you know the end is nigh.
This is pretty funny too:
http://www.martian.fm/canterbuh.htm
And because I feel slightly sorry for the poor old fart, I’ll post one of his better poems in his much maligned honour:
The sky falling - Rowan Williams
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“They [the Celtic chiefs] told him that they feared only one thing, that the sky should fall” Arrian, the Expedition of Alexander.
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A joke, perhaps? They still
do it, solemnly meeting
the earnest foreigner’s enquiry.
Because there could have been,
surely, no terror
For the lime-rinsed and technicolour-
shirted, head-hungry, henpecked
louts who so irritated
dry Caesar in the promise of an end
so brisk and flat
And messy, like flies squashed
between the pages as the book
claps shut; dying of the applause
of heaven and earth when they
join hands
At the show’s end. Or maybe,
after all, serious. Think of them
lurching out of the doorway
to breathe, pee, vomit,
packed with booze
Kebabs and mutual admiration,
into the cold; the snow just starting
and the sky slips gently
and piecemeal into the grass
and vanishes,
Fragments of brief intricacy,
like the bard’s lovely, hot,
cosseting songs indoors,
the words that freeze great doings
(rapes, wars)
In symmetries and stars; and going
nowhere. The stories sink
into the grass at night,
and the earth sits there,
not applauding.
Spreading an empty palm;
swallowing the sparks of damp
and formal brilliance. Very
quiet.
No joke.
Iowahawk: Mere words cannot do justice to this man’s talent for slagging the deserving Left. Although this one is damned good, I still think Chutch is his finest hour:
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/io.....s_chu.html
Very funny, Rowan Williams certainly does qualify as an arsehat. I had to study Chaucer, if it had been this entertaining it would have been a lot more fun.