Now, y'all know that I'm voting for Hillary, but one thing about her has troubled me for a long time. I have always wondered why she never divorced that sorry, good-for-nothin, scum-suckin, piece of dog dookie (hope that don't sound unChristian). I mean, she ain't a real prize, but no gal deserves what she's come through.
Now, don't get me wrong...I ain't pulling for Hillary to show him the door, but it always has been curious to me. They call it a "cundurum." (A cundurum is when you don't really like the idea of something, but then you think it might be a good idea in a particular case, and you really don't know which way to lean).
I heard this fellow on the radio talking about how it's a marriage of convenience, and this other guy talking about how it's a political partnership, and on and on. But I always thought there was more to it than just that.
I think I got it figured out. Did you ever have a "light-bulb minute?" You know, that's when somethin you've been studying on for a while finally gets clear to you (it takes about a minute, that's why they call it a "light-bulb minute"). This was a double-dip deal...I found out somethin I didn't know before, and had my cundurum fixed at the same time.
So I was looking at Law & Order last night. I love that program. I'll tell you, that Jack McCoy always hires one danged good-looking gal or another to help him out. And Fred Thompson...man, I wish I could vote for him...but dangit I can't, due to the fact that the Louisiana Republican Party messed me over like they did.
Well, I'm looking at the program and they have a big old problem. This fellow had killed somebody and his wife knew about it and Jack was doing his best to figure out how to give this old boy the needle. Then poor old Fred told Jack that "you know, we can't force one spouse to testify against the other."
The light bulb come on! Looks like staying together will be the best thing...for the both of them.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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Golly Geeze! All these years I thought a cundurum was what the Mrs. was having me put on before suffering conjubial bliss. Thanks for smartenin me up...
ReplyDeleteAAA...conjubial bliss...thanks for smartenin me up. There ya go showing off that college boy vocabulary...
ReplyDeleteGood one Walt!