"I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps the snark is best left to experts." -- "This is why we can't have nice things," Sebastian at Snowflakes in Hell, 20 May 2009
With sincere apologies to William Shakespeare and Lewis Carroll.
Hark! Hark! The Snark!
Hark! hark! the snark at Fairfax's gate sings,
Neath Bitter's skirts doth hide,
He blogs to whine at silly stings --
In truth, he hath no pride.
And winking sissy Marys begin
To ope their anonymous eyes;
With everything that petty is,
'S-no-balls, he cries and cries!
Go here for a large slug of vintage Sebastian whine. Sebastian and Bitter are thinking of getting out of the blogbash business, poor babies. Somebody peed in their podcast popcorn.
Kevin Baker's comment was "I can hear Vanderboegh chortling from here. And he's right to."
In Lewis Carroll's classic verse, The Hunting of the Snark: An Agony in Eight Fits, I really cannot tell --
is he describing the hunting of a snark --
or the NRA blog bash?
I present a portion of it to you below. You decide.
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,
Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain
That his fancy had dwelt on so long.
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
On the charge of deserting its sty.
The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,
That the sty was deserted when found:
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
In a soft under-current of sound.
The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
What the pig was supposed to have done.
The Jury had each formed a different view
(Long before the indictment was read),
And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
One word that the others had said.
“You must know ——” said the Judge: but the Snark exclaimed “Fudge!”
That statute is obsolete quite!
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient manorial right.
“In the matter of Treason the pig would appear
To have aided, but scarcely abetted:
While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear,
If you grant the plea ‘never indebted.’
“The fact of Desertion I will not dispute;
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
(So far as related to the costs of this suit)
By the Alibi which has been proved.
“My poor client’s fate now depends on your votes.”
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And directed the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
So the Snark undertook it instead,
And summed it so well that it came to far more
Than the Witnesses ever had said!
When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,
As the word was so puzzling to spell;
But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn’t mind
Undertaking that duty as well.
So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned,
It was spent with the toils of the day:
When it said the word “GUILTY!” the Jury all groaned,
And some of them fainted away.
Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge being quite
Too nervous to utter a word:
When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,
And the fall of a pin might be heard.
“Transportation for life” was the sentence it gave,
“And then to be fined forty pound.”
The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared
That the phrase was not legally sound.
But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
And if, poor Sebastian, Saint Sparky,
You whine in your self-made plight
and charge me with being quite snarky,
Well, hell, S-no-balls, yer right!