Concerning the I. Q. of M. Coriolanus Pompo

Dear Dr. Bones,

The text for today is brief and to the Powe®Poin™: a certain Blue Blazer has had the bad taste to refer to Governor Romney as "a stupid moron, ¡so there!" Plus maybe the one that goes "My people are from Ireland / We know a thing or two about ‘the Anglo-Saxon model’" is pertinent as well.

The beauty of belongin’ to The Class (®) (( fold here )) is that though one be indeed "a stupid moron" taken individually, yet that simply does not matter. Or maybe it complicatedly does not matter. In any case, Freelord Moron remains forever, far more more significantly, a Dynastic Scion, a fruit of Cranbrook, a double-barrel H*rv*rd ’75, . . . . In sum: ¡a predestinate Master of Seamus! [1] Speaking of the H*rv*rd Victory School--we allude to the former Allston (MA) Academy of Chirurgy and Barber Science--the Gang of Seventy-Five was graced not graced by Governor Romney (as his freelordship would one day inevitably become) alone, George XLIII Bush was around as well, lookin’ . . . well, let’s face it, lookin’ far more stupid-moronic by mostvolks’ standards, especially those of Paddy and Seamus, than his late-bloomin’ wannabe emulator. Happy days. ___ [1] As His Excellency was out discoverin’ just the other day, provincial-colonial Seamus Management is not identical with, or even necessarily simpático with, the Old World product. Torycomrade Cameron’s delightful crack about "out in the middle of nowhere" has a deep background amongst the genuine (¿?) Folk of Hengist and Horsa confronted with Messrs. les nouveaux riches de South Succotash TX an’ Rio Limbaugh FL. Even, I fear, confronted with the homebrew neopeerage of Belmont MA. It will be centuries, I betcha, before Airstrip One succumbs to H*rv*rd Victory School ‘values’ so completely as to remove the sting from His Excellency’s uncivil "¿Who ever taught you klutzes how to big-manage an Olympiad?" kibitzin’. Neocomrade Professor Doktor Niall Campbell Douglas, zeroth Freelord Ferguson, is doin’ his damndest towards that happy end--towards, that is, a general conflation of the Spirit of Late Baincapitalism with the alleged "Western Civilisation." His freelordship’s pains were rewarded with the official write-up for his recent Reith lectures omitting to mention the Victory School connection, resulting in the flagrant suggestio falsi that his killer-app freelordship is GSAS simpliciter -- and therefore impeccably respectabiggle. For many moons to come, Oxbridge and Camford and Redbricke will (as Paddy conjectures) continue to be cultivated despisers of Haircut Science and all practitioners thereof, even perps of highest rank here in the Heimatland G*ttes. Freelaird Fergusson and Baron Thatcheress between them have no chance of converting the "nation of shopkeepers" to the (utterly dotty provincial) notion that shopkeepin’ is a learnèd profession.

Happy days.
--JHM