Once and again, Mark Morford says good things (I really gotta stop using his stuff as filler, but he’s soooo good):
“World War III will not be two egomaniacal superpowers battling for supremacy and bragging rights. It will be scattershot and bewildering, a hundred different battles fought on a hundred different fronts for a thousand ever-shifting reasons, each and every one twisted and distorted by regulation GOP spin doctors who somehow convince the bulk of the populace that it’s somehow patriotic to be cavity searched and fingerprinted and beaten with a stick when you buy groceries.”
I gleefully shot off one of Mark Morford’s definitions to The Lorax this morning, who paused briefly to consider the carnage, then picked up the ball o’puns and ran with it:
InkGrrl: I think this is my new favorite word ;->
bedizen \bi-‘d-zen, -“di-\ verb transitive (1661) – To dress or adorn gaudily
bedizenment – noun
Usage example: Bedizened in nothing but enormous peacock feathers and a latex thong and pink stilettos and way, way too much eye makeup, a very loaded Lynne Cheney suddenly burst into the nuclear strategy meeting and flung open her arms and yelled, “Do me now you warmongering slug-monkeys!”
The Lorax: you’re referring to “slug-monkeys,” right?
InkGrrl: bedizen, bedizen, bedizen… ack. I’m out of sequins.
The Lorax: you just suffered a sequinsing error